Stadiums (Bonus Track)

I remember days

I'm talkin' 'bout days

****, I had two fans in the crowd

It was just two, you know what I'm sayin'?

Maybe we was at club, or maybe we was at a bar

The transition is wonderful

You know what I mean?

Fly **** shit

Stadiums

Now I rock stadiums

I remember days when them **** tried to play me then

Now I move work through my lady friend

Watch me pack a hundred squares in a Mercedes Benz

Stadiums

Now I rock stadiums

Now they wanna front me, I used to have to pay for them

On the side stage, watch me wait for them

Duffle bag full of money goin' straight to him

Big dreams, you gon' need a big screen

I remember gettin' a 8-ball when I was 16

Used to bite my nails, that's how I knew the work was clean

Four-fifth was in my jeans, leave a **** on the scene

Work left my face numb, might need a **** face numb

Lil' Vietnam was the first place I got the K from

Puttin' the pen to the pad with some shit I couldn't escape from

Death was the gate to escape what I ran away from

Whole lotta trials and tribulations, I ain't fakin'

Did a lotta shit I'd be afraid to admit if I ain't make it

We all go through shit, let's face it, gotta take it

Might strip a **** naked, leave him in my partner's basement

For the check, I show that, you might need a Kodak

For the picture I'm paintin', ****, you gon' have to show that

And that's one hell of a reason I'll never go back

Keep two under the floor mat

I'm on your shit like LoJack 'cause now I'm

Stadiums

Now I rock stadiums

I remember days when them **** tried to play me then

Now I move work through my lady friend

Watch me pack a hundred squares in a Mercedes Benz

Stadiums

Now I rock stadiums

Now they wanna front me, I used to have to pay for them

On the side stage, watch me wait for them

Duffle bag full of money goin' straight to him

Mr. Red Carpet Hopper, Balenciaga shopper

Movin' work through Natasha, ****, I get it proper

Pussy, you gon' need a doctor, top shotta

All you hear is blocka on your block

Or tie you up, where your product?

Way before me and White was coppin' work from Sly

Nowadays I charge 'em high, put two in the ties

See, all the hatin' I despise, I'm loyal, look in my eyes

Cream of the crop, now I had to bake the pies

Who woulda thought that I'd be rich and didn't die in traffic?

Livin' through this madness draped in designer fashions

Forever stretchin' like elastics, flippin' just like gymnastics

Bustin' right up out the plastic, lights fantastic

Travel all around the atlas, shows at the Oracle

Pair away UA, everybody pourin' up

Whole lotta chains on, e'rybody glowin' up

Whole lotta money pilin', e'rybody goin' up

Stadiums

Now I rock stadiums

I remember days when them **** tried to play me then

Now I move work through my lady friend

Watch me pack a hundred squares in a Mercedes Benz

Stadiums

Now I rock stadiums

Now they wanna front me, I used to have to pay for them

On the side stage, watch me wait for them

Duffle bag full of money goin' straight to him