Lyrics 401 and Kingston - Kofi

I don't really talk about the shit I did In my past.
All my niggas sayin crazy, what's the problem with that.
401 in case you raise me put my hood on the map
Only time I leave my crib is to deliver the slaps.
You know I keep my circle small I only ride with my slats.
And I've been snaked a couple times but I keep that in the past.
You acting like you know me, I ain't fucking with that.
You say you're my homie, no no no no

Ever since I got the money niggas acting different.
I keep a premade nigga with me cuz he pack it with him
I had some shawtys play me like it's zack division
Even lying to my face, they call it cappin nigga
On her knees and I made her sign the NDA
Now my chains are gold like the mandalay
And you know the way I'm ballin, go the nba
But am I acting different, no no no no

I don't talk about the shit I did in my past.
All my niggas saying crazy, what's the problem with that.
401 in case you raise me, put my hood on the map.
Only time I leave the crib is to deliver the slaps.
You know I keep my circle small, I only ride with my slats.
I've been snaked a couple time but I keep that in the past.
You acting like you know me, I ain't fuckin with that.
You say you're my homie, no no no no

Now I pull up in a new whip, never with a new chick.
Where were you at when you saw me going through shit.
I was broke broke broke, pressing niggas on some bullshit.
Now I live in Cali, that don't mean that I don't do shit.
Got a nigga walking with a hammer we don't got no toolkits.
Now I'm making money and investing in some jewel shit.
And I'm bout to my a mansion with a courtyard and some pool shit.
And ima split it with my, bro bro bro bro's.
I know that I'm best cuz I don't know how to quit.
Now I'm meeting all these niggas cuz there all in my shit.
Saying fucking Switzerland and now it's all on my wrist.
And I ain't have to hit the studio, made this song in my crib.
Never had no money, now I know how how it tastes.
I just pulled up on my nigga and he whippin a race.
Live fast, die young, and I live like a race.
My momma told me, go slow, go slow

I don't talk about the shit I did in my past.
All my niggas saying crazy, what's the problem with that.
401 in case you raise me, put my hood on the map.
Only time I leave the crib is to deliver the slaps.
You know I keep my circle small, I only ride with my slats.
I've been snaked a couple time but I keep that in the past.
You acting like you know me, I ain't fuckin with that.
You say you're my homie, no no no no no no no no