Yeah, I'm a spit some of real game Some real shit, some talk Na, na, whoa, oh,
Ugh, my watch, check my chain simple and plain, the Chevy wit the blew out brains As I bounce and mash, count cash Floss and flash, cop and blow a zip wit
Since everything is big in then where's the zag's? I'm the finish line, tell me where's the flags? Brought my rag top, have brought the Jag On the me and Beesh, look at all this ass
I tell you stories but can show you cash Give you game and secrets that I know you'll To the next hater and he'll break like glass Now I got a bunch of digging' through my pads
So I choose to floss who's the boss, let's ink it It's Richie Rich for those who re-think it Some yell it and it, I blow it and smoke it and smell it Let's spend tokens wit my who sell it, what?
I can show you better I can tell ya I can show you than I can tell ya I can show you better than I can ya But it's really nothin' But it's really nothin'
I could show you somethin' dirty deep up in corners mayne What's the I could bend the block and it hotter than a Forman grill I got the to the Chevy Caprice I show you mother fuckin' snitches straight to Belize
Now that's low, fa sho', conspiracy and I could show you real doin' time over a ho I show you poor and happy, or rich one's that lose they mind I show you dime pieces in school fashion design
I could show you streetlights and beak hotels I could show you young gettin' popped wit yayo Down to do what I gotta do to the man in me And the looks of thangs the popo's ain't understandin' me
The original scale reader The pedigree who be stackin' his Velveeta I could show you boss so fuckin' disgustin' I could show you rapper's frontin' but mayne really nothin'
I can show you better than I can ya I can show you better than I can ya I can show you better I can tell ya But it's nothin' though But it's really nothin'
I show you, I could reach you and teach you I you and where you comin' from, I understand it been goin' on forever dog, it's no end Life is like a in your back from a close friend
Disappointed to the point I'm runnin' by myself Never knowin' where I'm goin' start to wonder myself, was a necessity, my greed got the best of me You you smokin' Uncle B, who got the recipe?
I'm sayin' it's nothin', I say it sincerely, and clearly I'd rather you respect me fear me I came a long way and still I got a to go You probably thinkin' to yourself, "What's he for?"
My dog about to be platinum doin' his thang So if you hate him for it, boy you and know it We takin' this money, big bundles of I'm like a whole 'nother person it come to this skrill
I can show you better I can tell ya I can show you better I can tell ya I can show you better than I can ya But really nothin' though But it's nothin' though
I can show you better I can tell ya I can you better than I can tell ya I can show you better than I can ya But really nothin' though But really nothin' though