| Don’t say on the beat what you won’t say in the streets |
| Cause face to face niggas never said it to me |
| I came here to eat every way to the bone |
| Never put mama on hold up whenever she call |
| I follow the law, shine bright illuminated |
| Got niggas in black hoodies homicide celebrated |
| Folarin on raw, you other nerds stepped on |
| In my German couture, the Nation of Islam |
| Forgive me, I’m flawed, the dollar signs is all I saw |
| I knew once I got a Beamer, the bitches would come aboard |
| I pray to the Lord as I’m holding on the sword |
| And off with your niggas' heads if you come between me and tomorrow |
| Nike, and I upgraded the Ree’s |
| Real checks is all a nigga sees |
| So watch where you step and love what you rep |
| And realize that today is just another test |
| Say bye to the boy |
| This crazy world |
| Is all I know |
| The cars and clothes |
| It’s all for show |
| So let’s start the show |
| Let’s start the show |
| Let’s start the show |
| Let’s start the show |
| And I’m feeling like the world’s at my neck |
| When your revenue’s sufficient you just work for respect |
| Every verse, every breath, your dollar woes is adios |
| Minus the arrogance, my these coons' is maricons |
| Not even close to touching us, what the fuck is up? |
| Heroes turn to cluckers and sellers turn into customers |
| All my money coming in plural far as the women love |
| All my bunnies outta this world like Captain Bucky O |
| Hair to the small of her back |
| Probably just wanted a nigga stacks |
| And tell me that it ain’t cause of rap |
| And I got plans of me calling her back |
| The ones who never hear back |
| My type of ho like an error syntax |
| And I brought Virginia, the District, as well as Maryland back |
| But I must have done it all with Rey Mysterio’s hat |
| I put my soul in the culture, but what is it giving me back? |
| Has your niggas mind erased, don’t let your memory lapse, boy |
| Upper echelon spitting, what the fuck is up? |
| I’m hospitable, blowing on that medical |
| And I wish that Channel 2 would give a nigga better news |
| But everybody hanging with us rarely ever knew us |
| Forever rude hoes, I don’t ever need |
| Can’t stimulate me mentally, then we should never be |
| However we can meet, it’s something from you I need |
| It’s something about women I don’t need |
| I’ll forever fiend for, even if a nigga team’s full |
| They riding with the styles and that’s word to Teen Wolf |
| You know the team’ll do it, cause the team is raw |
| Don’t know your lady’s cleaners, but I’m in her jeans as much |
| Beg for her feature, then angry with me when I be busy |
| Before I hit it they was telling me «wire over sixty» |
| Racks for a rap, racks for a rap |
| Now I see the same niggas, charge 'em for a dap |