Life and death in an alley way. Just a heartbeat away from a ma-a-an. Who's learned to turn his head away. From the pai-ain that drai-ains the la-and. Harlem's not too far from here. You can
(Mustard on the beat, hoe). On top of the world, me and my clique, ayy. Got it out the mud, now we all lit. This how it feel to be rich, Black and popping (pop). * your feelings, I can hear the money