We gonna break this down and roll a blunt   YEAH      Since the seventh grade I was told I would never excel   Hopeless, I would either be dead or in jail   Destined to fail   But I done came to far to turn back   Just poor white trash from the wrong side of the tracks   I learned to add and subtract   And I never went back   To that lil' school I had been sent to   Find some shit I could get in to   Been through more by the time I was eighteen   Then most people go through before they thirty   I'm from the motherfucking dirty ( dirtyyy )   Trouble-maker, hard-headed motherfucker   In one ear and out the other   I got a brother named bubba   Different daddy same mother   Remind me of when I was younger lil' bad motherfucker   My told me son it's time to settle down   Momma your baby's a player and I get around   I be up all night gone on that Hennessey and weed   The only thing that helped me deal with all this jealousy and greed      If I had a dollar for all of y'all   That wanna see me in my grave   I could just pack up and move away   And spend the rest of my days getting paid   If I had a dime for every time   Somebody tried to insult my game   I'd be in the islands doing fine   Counting money sipping some champaign      Wooo, inhale the weed smoke, ease my tension   I was a bad boy, in and out of juvenile detention   I grew up making bargains to get back on the streets   I concentrated on paper just to get back on my feet   I'm money minded, saw my people progress   Paranoid, I'm underneath a bullet proof vest   Staying stressed, peeping out the curtains knowing death is certain   I know them killers is lurking   Ha, Ha, Smirking when I ride by they broke ass   I aint stunting 'em, cause they aint making no cash   I'm gonna let them royalty checks accumulate   We so good with it there's nothing you can do but hate      If I had a dollar for all of y'all   That wanna see me in my grave   I could just pack up and move away   And spend the rest of my days getting paid   If I had a dime for every time   Somebody tried to insult my game   I'd be in the islands doing fine   Counting money sipping some champaign      Whooo   I gotta be thinking I'm get my ass killed   Filled with strap kneel   Cause over the passed years it's bad here in Nashville   This one's for the homies that lost they life up on the battle field   Way before the record deals we pack steal, that's real   Dropped a CD at every jackhead club   Out to get me thinking I'm a million dollar motherfucker   But at night I can't sleep, I toss and turn   Visions of Benz's be bought and money being burned   I might not hit the billboard but I'm keeping it crunk   And I get much love in Beechwood and lil Will's trunk   You know no eastcoast to westcoast may not see that   I get big love where I be at, Bitch believe that   So many setbacks I got to try to overcome   I take another sip of liquor just to keep me numb   I know these haters love to catch me straight buck me and laugh   While that AK 47 shell cut me in half      Yeah, then you woke up you hater   Why don't you do something with your life   Get money boy, get up off yo ass   Stop hating on me and mine and get ya own   That's what the hell you need to do   Bring the hook back boy      If I had a dollar for all of y'all   That wanna see me in my grave   I could just pack up and move away   And spend the rest of my days getting paid   If I had a dime for everytime   One of y'all tried to insult my game   I would just      First thing you know, Stak'll be a millionaire   What couldn't I do if I had that   ( Ha, ha, ha, ha ha )