Way I'm Ballin

I got choppers on the table, and shotguns in my cabinet
Human Torch, I spit flames like I'm a living, breathing dragon
Hundred thousand in my jeans bitch, that's the way I'm ballin'
And yo' hoe give super brain, yeah she give that Stephen Hawking
I keep it one hundred like Ortega with a fastball
Smoking on that OG kush got me higher than cholesterol
Trick or treating, I'll run up on you and rob you with my mask off
There's a reason for everything but my niggas kill just because
Whoa nigga, and I'm really like "whoa"
You don't want no fucking problems 'cause you niggas just some hoes
If my nigga T told me to get 'em, I'ma kill 'em just like that
I'm the heart of my city 'cause I spit that cardiac
All my life I been this cold
She give me brain like I enrolled
I kill yo' track and get paroled
I'm high as fuck, I'm in my zone
These niggas selling dreams but I'm too cheap
So I guess they won't get sold
I'm on the road to riches and I'll ram you off the road bitch

(Hook)

This ain't what you want
Put that gun to yo' hoe head, make her tell me what you don't
Got some moon rocks in my pockets, that's a pocket full of stones
Fuck with me 'cause I fuck around and got that shit from Neil Armstrong