It's like this yo, and we stop! it I get deep and like ditches But when I rap I come off like that without the Never crossed the cat with the riches I'm leaving Stevie sayin' no you're superstitious! Beef, I'm with it, simple, can all get it Ya'll all get it nobody of mind for this matter Can the data until ya mind don't matter! I bubble lather, hustle like the lead-off batter? Cause all matters is the money, 'till it ain't funny! You feel me? When the beast kill me Don't me boy, I rip it silly! I'll let you rise of course, but if you don't off on your own Emcee's I cut off at the knees like It gets worst! If you care for my sick thoughts like a nurse! no known 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 of these herbs Ya'll know swerve from the curb in the LAX The best I'm splashing, splurging, dashing that's my ya know glass is crashing, can't ration Used to having a whole lot, so dough, I a lot Had a buck fifty while you still taking skibby to school Ran with one of them cats that hides Tiffany's for jewels Back when was jumping out of cabs in Krush Groove I was scheming and mostly Dreaming alive, but what it got me! Four and four hundred shots later You what I mean!