It's like this yo, and we stop! it I get deep and dark ditches But when I rap I off like that without the glitches Never the black cat with the riches I'm leaving sayin' no Wonder you're superstitious! Beef, I'm it, simple, ya'll can all get it Ya'll all get it Don't nobody of for this matter Can gather the data until ya mind matter! I bubble lather, hustle like the lead-off batter? Cause all matters is the money, 'till it ain't funny! You feel me? the beast screams kill me jerk me boy, I rip it silly! I'll let you rise of course, but if you fall off on your own I cut off at the knees like shorts It gets worst! If you don't care for my sick like a nurse! With no remedy, I'm leaving boys and men on bended knee till the end of the road I lie low, forget record shit, with one sale
it out! The nerve of herbs know which swerve from the curb in the LAX The observe I'm splashing, splurging, dashing my word ya know Champagne glass is crashing, can't to having a whole lot, so dough, I blow a lot Had a buck fifty while you were still skibby to school Ran one of them cats that hides Tiffany's for them jewels Back when Duke was out of cabs in Krush Groove I was scheming and plotting alive, but look what it got me! Four cars and four shots later You what I mean!