Lyrics:

Yeah, we did it
Freedom of speech
Right on, right on
Yeah, God bless
Yeah, power to the people
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, we did it
Broke ain't go through the door, we all done burned off fed papers
Paid an M off to the judge, I'm steppin' in alligators
A hater, a traitor, ready to go on a caper
Soon as I came up off them bails, niggas was callin' me Slater
Sleepin' in Mexico, I was servin' dope out a hotbox
Perfect Monte, hard top, cookin' white sauce
Who havin' acid count? Who got the whole trap hot?
Candy coated, Pluto goldie, bitch can't leave me
Go skeezer, I'm jumpin' on jet with the Visa
Rollin' on reefer from the beaver, I'm a achiever
Sucka so geeked up, I'll post you up with tweezers
Pluto was hustlin' elementary before I was famous
Pluto presidential, blick on me just like a gangster
Know I go out my bag, ain't got never cash in
Rocky, Rocky, Rocky, I can vibe 'bout it
ASAP, ain't with none of the 'bout
Drug money with the odor, Pluto smell like coke now
Libertyloca, joker, I could fuck your ho now
Got that blade on me, that's a cutter, I'm ready to cut a nigga
Layin' in the grass like a snake, I'm ready to slime a nigga
Put out that murder zone, I'm king and shit on that demon shit
I can't say no names no more, my dog got ten or more
Cartel pullin' up on me, I'm not the average Joe
I was born in Zone 6, nigga, I tote my own stick
Coolin' off in Eliantte, I got heat
Hundred chains on, the first nigga put my hood on
Speak my name wrong, blew an M, throwin' a ring on
Partners changed on me, China White, Hong Kong
Talkin' Chinese
What you doin'?
Talkin' Chinese
Love when flippin', Jackie Chan
Gangland, who don't respect the gang tags?
Jack is nine, I'm back to dope like fast food
Can't sugarcoat this shit for interview