I know, I know, hate on me
I mean, why wouldn't you?
you know how I get around 200 on the dash,
this is how the engines sound
The best alive, hold a heckling high
You ever, ever, ever tried,
died on your top like the letter I
That's how you have to cry
I know you've been on a plane,
These lil niggas wouldn't test the guy,
they'd rather testify to an FBI
when I'm getting heavy bucks
And SSI's the only checks you ever cut
If you chatter up these niggas,
actin' like I owe him some
I don't know you, buzzer,
You lived on the same block,
What are you, slow or dumb?
I think you slow and dumb
Overall stoozy, overall clueless
I do this, gadaddle, I'm crack, boo
They should come and stick
The strippers gon' sizzle,
they'll harass, panarash you
What city I ain't been to?
it's like when is he gon'
bout what records that flop
But you ain't never hit the shelves,
how much records you got?
Labels don't want your ass,
cause your records ain't hot
Lil' clown's a mess, get around the set
Cause you rookies and cookies
When I get down to stress,
keep pound for pound the best
I'ma keep getting that money,
and you jerks couldn't reach this turf that I creep,
you're weak, nigga you don't hear
I'm hurting this beat, listen,
I guess that's why they, write it up