It's like this yo, and we stop! it I get deep and like ditches But when I rap I come off like that the glitches Never crossed the black cat the riches I'm leaving Stevie no Wonder you're superstitious! Beef, I'm it, simple, ya'll can all get it Ya'll all get it Don't of mind for this matter Can gather the 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 me? When 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 worst! If you don't care for my sick thoughts like a nurse! With no known remedy, I'm leaving boys and men on bended till the end of the road I lie low, forget this record shit, one sale
it out! The of these herbs know which 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 a whole lot, so dough, I blow a lot Had a buck fifty while you were still taking skibby to Ran with one of them cats that hides for them jewels Back Duke was jumping out of cabs in Krush Groove I was scheming and plotting alive, but look what it got me! Four cars and four hundred later You what I mean!