Last time he checked, he was the man on these streets. He used to hit the kitchen lights — cockroaches everywhere. He hits the kitchen lights now — marble floors everywhere. Once upon a time, he used to grind all night with that residue that was iPod white. He’s tryna get Boston George and Diego money and stack it all up like it’s Lego money. He’s emotional; he hugs the block. You ain’t never seen them pies; he’s talking so much white it’ll hurt your eyes. He really lived it, man, counting so much paper it’ll hurt your hands.
