I'm not a nuttin' ass nigga, just for my riches, I figure it takes About a or 500.000 tapes To become officially gold or status why I'm always at this
Practise, in and out tha 24-7 My occupation, this is how I make my I get harrassed everywhere I go Can do my without a motherfuckin' popo
All up in my mix, 'cause I'm to maintain And get a grip weight fame and raised in tha valley south Vallejo The northern of Cali, 'bout my mail
Struggle and strive all my in a world of grief Sucker motherfuckers knock me of my feet But I'mma keep on steppin' and gettin' I'm not a ass nigga
I'm not a ass nigga, just down for my riches
Not to long ago I'm off to the bank to my cheque The lady teller wouldn't give me no damn She started acting hella snotty, prejudiced I guess she didn't the way that a nigga was dressed
Before I even get my foot in the door, right The bitch had a brother like me stereo-typed to push the button with no delay I wait a minute, baby, you mistakin' me for Andre
I'm not a rat head be I wouldn't rob a fuckin' bank for I get it honestly, so have no fear I make more in a week you do in a year
Straight out tha geto, resident Sick wid it records and and I'm the president So don't go thinkin' every brother is out to get ya I'm not a nuttin' ass
I'm not a ass nigga, just down for my riches
Sometimes my language is vulgar, profanity I try not to when kids parents