[Vere 1: Motherf'ers rhyme no more 'bout slime no more five white pure cause I'm so raw Drip rocks till I couldn't no more a hot boy like the 504 Master of the p and the pies go Damn near free, I a least five, four more What you see you can't me Walked in like the first scene in let 'em in though, black Timbs, leather trench coat Mac 10, let the clip go, half [?] where I send What happened? Niggas broke [?] send you a napkin your kids toked Bluh, bluh, blood They jumped caddy, came back with bloods everywhere Trunk of the Vic, kept drugs heavy there You thought it was '96, Jesus heavy here Now I'm rich ''look, boy I'm over them'' Trying to fantasy football with Hov and them Pick another check, shit, I took more than of 'em School my bro, I look forward to growthing 'em Yeah, now I just copped another I just drove up the lot pushing drop My first stop 95th hit the butterspot The got me on shit that could get my mother hot
[Verse 2: matter, on a mission, baby, listen I put myself in position, man, it's a tradition My blood in every vein I got So two things I can never do is and stop They don't understand the or the brain I got They weren't there them people came and changed them locks ever That's why [?] don't more [?] and these niggas still slow You still slow for though, what you hear for? Ain't trying to hear nothing a bullet hit his earlobe Can you hear me now, we I got game and I should've an [?] Live for my people and I'mma die for my I'd go to for my people, hope I get mail from my people I'd raise for my people, shoot it out with the devil Then head back to Cincinnati, told 'em I'm about for my people, how soon Who don't easy, that autotune Listen, I got you, I'mma it ratchet Ratchet on me, ain't got no homies, my people, people People, people, my life the Wow, let off the 40 Ride that while I'm with gon have to see you, it's evil
3: Oun P] Money is the motive, got my on it Come triggers, see that floor, I put your mind on it See this here, I grind on it 99% of niggas waste lines, over here got on it I switch grinds, I'm trying to get it way Til I'm eating like it's Thanksgiving day Stay a serious face cause I don't ever play Bad karma back in the days I ain't ever pray I ain't with the trickery, don't t be to get at us Beat you til my turn roast and grabbing a cactus No lights in the crib, red light on the Eight balls on the block, but the 40's was only there was 3 of us on the same mattress Now there's 3 of us fucking the same Dogging everything, I'm fucking the backwards Put green leaf in the air than St.Patrick's I'm still rapping, of all I'm this so my moms ain't gotta work no more Music take away the pain, it hurt no more Was looking for wealth, but I ain't search no more The loyalty, where the fuck is these days? Best friends is getting other clapped these days These young niggas really don't know how to act days It was when I was younger in my athlete days Go outside, a little, you know, flirt with the shorties Go now I see somebody squirting the 40 Pen and a pad, I'm interpreting the All you see is what a lot of niggas ain't So when the tour a lot of niggas ain't going Now I don't listen to rap, a lot of niggas ain't doing it for a while, now it's time to bring dough in Humble, I don't brag or boast in these But these white phones be looking like on my feet I get it from distributing that coke on the streets Got mine from putting cooked on the beat ...
4: Ransom] Niggas know I show gratitude Look at rapper shoes, you can tell [?] prophecies told by the resurrection of Socrates Every sentence I'm blessing properly, manifesting Ghetto monopoly, how .. on that property Deep as them be under the Earth geography Got a lot to kin, no me, whoever is on top of me Getting with three bullets, it's hollow, G I'm a novelty to the rap minority, harmony Paper a lobotomy, the devil lurking aside of me The ghetto probably doing cause of [?] [?] part of me like the arteries starving me Till this day where my father be Pardon me, this is to me, life is a lottery it to [?] like pornography It ain't hard to see like sodomy, [?] Got a to kill like Sean Connery Street corner pharmacy harming these thugs wearing army fatigue