i mite b rich & i rap
but shiiiiiiiit $100 worth o food stamps for $45 u figured that i wasnt finna bite on that?
i stay on stuck
fuck a cup
i likes 2 drink out the bottle
mix gordons gin wit donald duck
yall listen 2 my novel
when i was 15 years old
straight dope game i was told
i had them hos stealin clothes 4 me boostin & sellin they bodies
nigga dats how its spose 2 b by nature cuz im naughty naughty
lodi dodi we likes 2 pull triggas
we do cause troubles & we dump on niggas
ya im just a hustler, member that?
mr flamboyant 1989 down & dirty federal b-legit the savage d-shot the shot calla my lil sister suga-t sprinkled me on a money motivated mission
tried 2 hav it in a major way after i was on the late night grind strapped wit 9s & desert eagles
me & my weoples competin 2 get up in them skinny bitches crevices
not 2 long ago sold r lexuses
went back 2 the cutlass supreme mustard & mayonaise zenith & vogue toes
star wires wit the helicopter knockoffs my down south thugs call em elbows
turnin heads wit the personalized license plates, wit the tremendous bump
fuckin they nose bankin them domes
wakin & shakin the nieghborhood up
disturbin homes
ridin on rims
runnin red lights stop signs
just like them action films
speedin tickets & fines
givin myself up 2 the elroys doin time on the weekends all up in the county writin rhymes
beeeeeyaaaaaaaaaaaatch!