All about my riches/ My name should be Richard

Four tears in my face and you ain't never heard me cry/ I'm richer than all y'all, I got a bank full of pride

You know he can’t save you, right? In the real world? That guy, right there.

Murder shoots, I give your ass good seats

Black Mafia. If they don't understand that, they ain't gangsta. I just watched TV and Bill Parcells kissed two or three of them boys...it's a Mafia thing.

God can judge me, I don't need a jury. Nothing standing in my way, like nothing's my security.

This is brain surgery. Ski masks on my bullets, let 'em commit brain burglary. Emergency, it's an emergency. Someone in all black left the whole scene burgundy.