Black Skullit, Black Flag
you know I holla at Spence
you know I'm fuckin' with True
When I'm in the Chi -Town,
gettin' throwed with Burn
It's the alcohol, you can't blame me
tell the bitch to free Pimp C
Won't you stop till they free
the streets ain't the same
You niggas talk too much,
While the good niggas leave
Sooner or later that bullshit
gotta deal with the haters
But the checks keep coming,
gotta deal with the paper
All hoes got sick, they caught the vapors
But watch your crap tables,
MGM, you know I'm in the sky loft
I don't eat from the mini bar,
The game just started, and we still win
The same hustle, different product,
This shit come too easy, like riding a bike
that's against my religion
I hope you paying attention
Strike one, that'll get you detention
that'll get you suspension
The beat might stop, but I'ma keep going
but I'ma keep slowing it down