BK, you know I'm fuckin' with
Chi -Town, you know I holla at
It's the alcohol, you can't blame me
Break car judge, tell the bitch to free
Four fingers in the air, the reppas in the
Won't stop till they free my nigga
the streets ain't the same
These nig gas talk too much,
While the good niggas leave
and the hoes niggas stay out
Sooner or later that bullshit
gotta deal with the haters
But the checks keep coming,
gotta deal with the paper
Old hoes got sick, they caught the vapors
But watch your crap tables,
MGM, you know I'm in the sky long
I don't eat from the minibar,
Ho the other day, it's just the beginning
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're paying attention
Strike one, that'll get you detention
that'll get you suspension
Your plug might stop, but