I'm Serious, like B I dip a Cadillac like B I talk to these ladies Schooly D Cause I can't have these foolin' me
I'm bumpin' Thai Shaw, Pimpin' dot com The mo' god'Khan in a new John Lost in my lusty You see my face in a magazine and turn the page.
You see, I'm 'bout to get and not afraid to admit it To fail's never of the plan, I'm never quittin' I always gave it all I can, a little lazy I (blow ??? record) Chuck up on the daily
pumpin' like a piston Got me so high I'm in the sky and I it Excuse me while I Jimmy Hentwist the Hey Joe, could you me if 6 was 9?
You know I spit technique to the freshest Gimme a call you will see results in a week With the soul of a LOST Is there a heaven for a Rap Cat, let's
Because it's hell for a Rap Cat, let's Watch your get knocked out the ballpark Gold diggers stay me, it's a catastrophe, Talkin' shit in the factory.
I'm feelin' and the blunt ain't sparked yet The truth hit the booth just it was Clark Kent No time for the games the renegade freaks play Follow the rules, old school, fuck a
I'm to the point ain't no time to Same rap, came back, hey, just mace Imma spray in face, any day, any place Cross the bay rollin' with Dre and we blaze
A chronicle, 30 of up in the optimo We roll trees by the when we rock a show The (?) push, Imma mine See suckas, lay 'em down our machine gun rhymes.
You might see me at my in my Nicky Rose clothes Standin' there just like a picture the pose Yes, y'all in the symphony Man, them hoes'll be bout my rise and fall
How I did 'em all And was I to ball Yo, but not on the hoop But walkin' court
My gun-mouth that made it way down the whole strip scene tryin' to figure it out
a doubt.
I keep it movin' my life is straight It's all, Math, Science, Time and I see the more money and these to make I'm tryna seven figures like a plate
Come on, I roll often, my destination The bizzle had me "where did all the fun go" Fast decisions at the last minute The flippin' Fasho' we past the limit.
Gotta be greedy like Daffy the money's like Taffy Sweet a (?) that's tryna get at me The wings of an just cut my face I couldn't say nothin' man, yo I spit my
Playboy, like magic Man, in a Mad like an addict in the (?) bracket Spit hot nickels till quarters, man
So put in my name with the flames.
I'm so hot, the track Please the degrees that I kick his belt in Freeze MC's into a gas, I blows mixed Purp Hash Do the math, young Queezy the map
It's class Bob Marley lightin' a spliff Only the lord how hyphy I'll get Imma rip through the city and tell a "try again" You see me flowin' to this track the violins.