Couple investments, a few of 'em made some major Keep two pennies, especially if you ain't made a cent I learned the game and been publishing ever since People ain't made a dollar will say they ain't convinced When you to 7-11 on some handle bars You can't how catchy hooks could take a man to Mars The problem is that y'all just wanna hang with stars Heard Lauryn sing and I to take the world from Nas I salute but I demand applause given infinite gifts, I still feel like Santa Clause Males acting like girls I it mano-pause This the type of verse that I bet you that of man would pause I can't and give these haters what they ask for 99 thousand or more inside a cash I'm the type to keep a passport on the dashboard, looking for a south of France to make a dash for Feeling Damon Dash been moving that acappella When times is bleak I hit the freeway like Roc-A-Fella It's been a decade, get a that you could stop me never have a better chance of trying to stop a hot propeller On a jet while smoking a cigarette, gasoline on ya hands Kerosene on ya breath, oh yes I do it the best, get verses you are blessed I do it for what it's worth and I'll never do it for less, stress that, I know the album is more than late Looked quantity in the face and it you're gonna wait Send a salute to the people who push the culture straight, and who culture hate I just hope you don't get to procreate Met with some rappers that industry people over Met with the but said I wouldn't negotiate Lyor made millions, Jay made And if Cam made I'm feelin' like I can sure relate Killa -- see Mr. got 'em quite jealous People hang with Mr. Koopa turn to sky dwellers I'm from a city where the turn to pie sellers And if any say they making millis then they lie The struggle never cease Your look like a puddle, my struggle look like a -- sheesh I'm visualizing it clear like I'm Mr. Artis It's either Jackson or I feel like Michael on beats been on a beach, instead I turn't to a beast The clarity of my you'd think I created speech Saw me dirty my cleats all these Houston streets The hundreds in my reach The money stay on a *Bark*, I know you hear them barkin' That hype beasting is in Houston we call boppin' I make I'm pay for all my words like a blog auction And Go what she tells me when we blog shopping I'm the type that'd make it and it a fee And you the type that make it they wouldn't take it for They look at you and they like "tell me what's in it for me" and wouldn't take ya disc if you put it their Christmas tree Me, let's talk about Consistently 'em feel like these other rappers ain't sick as me I'm currently in city never get to see The only suite that they'll see is a pack of swishas G My OG be calling me to tell me the streets miss me He know I'm but the reason is I eat picky PlayStation they pump fakin' and you'll see quickly The game switched always end up with a 360 Albums coming, I the doubters just wait till then Shot videos and you know that I'd waste a lens sleeping on me could hope that they never wake again But they gotta be sleep you're planning a rude awakening
Cash rules around me C.R.E.A.M. get the money, dolla-dolla bill
Hey yo Texas you know the puzzles what I had to Ya prodigy be bringing like I had a mob Had three enemies, so them odds I had to dodge And now I'm riding in cars look like avatars They ain't never had the soft never had the hard, they try to make it sound deep to pretend they have a Pushing them yellow bricks, no, that's you have to pause Most of 'em cowardly and like the man on Oz lying to you, falsifying within their little bars They'd probably try to tell you Tommy had a job Tell you how they had to how they had rob I went to Heaven and took a blessing from the hand of God Nah Sorry I don't believe it Don't believe what ya Who the ones achieved it? Not them, we did Irrelevance is as relevant as the that said it, and you ain't never did anything, don't you ever forget it dialogue you can dead it You borrow your car and put half a tank of unleaded