| How I’m gon' forget my muscle, I just had to switch my hustle |
| And try to make hits that crush you, and dance like Nipsey Russell |
| And have Puff doin the hustle, I do what I must do |
| I keeps my shit consistent, I keeps my listeners listenin |
| My rocks be glistenin, I come through blocks be hissin |
| But niggas can’t stop my mission |
| My main intention, is to make niggas pay attention |
| I don’t wanna call my henchman |
| I got some French men, that come through put some French in |
| Or Muslim to burn nigga body like incense |
| If Loon dies, wolves come out like moon rise |
| And make niggas hard to find like moon pie |
| If you wise nigga, you’ll move like two pies |
| Then to stand here and keep on lookin in Loon eyes |
| — 2X (with second time starting with «now») |
| This ain’t funny so don’t you dare laugh |
| I’m just another brother that’s out to get cash |
| The goal of the street is to hold ya own |
| If you smart, then you never got to hold no chrome |
| Uh, yeah, now this verse I feel I owe you |
| You tryna get dough I show you, even if I don’t know you |
| Tell you couple things I go through |
| And maybe you can get some dough too, just spit your vocals |
| And do the shit Tone and Poke do, or get a nigga work the pro tools |
| I chose a local, nigga that’s probably broke to |
| So this way a nigga could blow to |
| I beg to differ, you the type nigga bread get thicker |
| Top of that, nigga head get bigger |
| Go 'head then nigga, you don’t know where you headin nigga |
| Last year you was a beggin nigga |
| Never said the nigga was even close to bein bred from nigga |
| You got a plan, get ya bread then nigga |
| I fed you niggas, just like Moses when I led you niggas |
| I could see why niggas dread you niggas, uh |
| Ha, ha, haha, never find that funny (why?) |
| Girl you know I works hard for my money (hmm) |
| You callin me a thief please, don’t even try it |
| Find ya groupie ass a seat and be quiet |
| She almost got cut short, you know scissors |
| For stuntin on that kid, who neck look like lizard |
| That young Harlem nigga, who lifestyle exquisite |
| And all the young ladies can’t wait to come visit |
| Loon, I stay on ass like sassoon |
| Mansion with 22 rooms in Cancun |
| Handsome, I keep the girls glancin and dancin |
| Prone to rock stone when I blow my advancement |
| Never alone, either home or romancin |
| Nigga get in the zone when I’m rollin my Branson |
| And yo chances of you gettin this shit is no chances |
| You better get a drink and go dancin |