Couple investments, a few of 'em made some sense your two pennies, especially if you ain't made a cent I learned the and been getting publishing ever since People that ain't a dollar will say they ain't convinced When you ride to on some handle bars You can't vision how catchy could take a man to Mars The problem is y'all only just wanna hang with stars Heard sing and I wanted to take the world from Nas I but I still demand applause I've given infinite gifts, I still like Santa Clause Males like girls I call it mano-pause This the type of that I bet you that type of man would pause I can't stop and give haters what they ask for 99 thousand or more inside a drawer I'm the type to keep a passport on the dashboard, looking for a south of France to make a dash for Feeling like Damon Dash been moving acappella When is bleak I hit the freeway like it's Roc-A-Fella It's been a decade, get a that you could stop me never You'd have a better 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 then you are blessed I do it for what it's worth and never do it for less, stress that, I know the album is more than late Looked quantity in the face and told it you're wait Send a salute to the people who push the straight, and those who culture hate I just hope you don't get to procreate Met with some rappers that people over rate Met with the but said I wouldn't negotiate Lyor millions, Jay made millions And if Cam made millions I'm feelin' like I can relate -- see Mr. Koopa got 'em quite jealous People that hang with Mr. Koopa to sky dwellers I'm a city where the skinny turn to pie sellers And if any say making millis then they lie tellers The will never cease Your struggle look like a puddle, my struggle look like a -- I'm visualizing it clear like I'm Mr. Artis It's either Jackson or Jordan I like Michael on beats Could'a been on a beach, instead I turn't to a The clarity of my raps think I created speech Saw me my cleats all over these Houston streets The hundreds in my reach The money on a leash *Bark*, I know you hear them dogs That hype beasting is in what we call boppin' I I'm pay for all my words like it's a blog auction And Go Daddy she tells me when we blog shopping I'm the that'd make it and give it a fee And you the type that make it they wouldn't it for free They look at you and they like "tell me in it for me" and wouldn't take ya disc if you put it under their Christmas tree Me, talk about consistency Consistently make 'em feel like these rappers ain't sick as me I'm currently in city they'll get to see The suite that they'll ever see is a pack of swishas G My OG be me to tell me that the streets miss me He know I'm eating but the reason is I eat Like PlayStation they fakin' and you'll see quickly The switched they'll always end up with a 360 Albums coming, I tell the just wait till then Shot videos and you know that I'd never a lens They sleeping on me could hope that 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 I had to solve Ya prodigy be havoc like I had a mob Had three enemies, so them odds what I had to And now I'm riding in cars look like avatars They ain't never had the soft had the hard, they try to make it sound deep to pretend they have a cause Pushing them yellow bricks, no, that's you have to pause Most of 'em and lying like the man on Oz They lying to you, within their little bars They'd probably try to you Tommy really had a job Tell you how they had to starve; how had rob Like I went to Heaven and took a from the hand of God Nah Sorry I don't believe it believe what ya reading Who the ones achieved it? Not them, we did Irrelevance is as relevant as the person that said it, and you ain't never did anything, don't you forget it dialogue you can dead it You borrow your mothers car and put a tank of unleaded