St. Nick the P

I just started flying first class, I bet that hurt bad
Cause I be worldwide, while these niggas still be on their turf mad
Hit Slick, said I'm trying to build a new Wagon
Gutter insides, all switches with the airbags
Sailing up fifth, while I'm on my way to Fairfax
All the homies ride like Six Flags, big back
Cause I don't want Beebo to push your shit back
Shit bracks, another altercation up on Rosecrantz
Oh damn, I only been back for a week, and the murder rate rising
And the homies getting deep
I just left the hood, the little homies look up to me
Cause they see me out the country with niggas thats getting cheese
Big B's and tall P's, Westside Worldwide took this shit overseas
If I leave the rap game, then i still need my fee
Then she back on the blade, ten toes on the street

It's more than just music, I really live mines
In fact rap used to be local, ad now I'm worldwide
Street rep, did what I had too, but now Im certified
I promise every city I go to, I tell em Westside
Gang ties all thru the projects, I'm talking Eastside
Bougie Blood, way out in the Hamptons with all the rich whites
Shootouts that what i came from, like whats a fist fight
Caught fades just cause I had to, but that was back then
Whole life Im sailing down Sunset, Im bumping Mac-10
Black Benz, kitted on the 110, little lean, couple bars
Now I'm all in, always answer calls from the homies in the State Pen