In the grane see these record labels and
Exits got me insane, mo money mo,now
Watch how my money grow, and all
These wack rappers I gorge
Slow,yea I slung blow,hung on the
Dad,of they child, but bitch look herr that
do is listen to headphones and get
On airplanes,one album made me rich I
ferr game(nuh uh) I ain't
Got no sperr change,me and my cats
Knees tell me whats on your brain,we
Hop in the range,wit them rims that
Handy man toolz, hommie I
How I end up with 4cars, 4 brauds and 4
I gotta few friends, I gotta few
Ends, enough to buy that blue Benz wit
A lot of blue trim,yes some new
Rims, spreewellz do spin,
Mixed wit cherr coke hynn,I passed the
Dope men,the crack house just got
Broke in,us they provokin',
they choze me to play the game
Herr go my token,no bring
To my show then,see don't
Open from the lead I'm throw
From chockin' wit slow wind,
One herr, on the strength of yo sins,if ya
Talk shit, homie check dis
IRS gotta tab and I owe them,
Peeps,hand out to so now I got no
Friends, the streets tellin'
for my son to have a future