I'm Serious, Steady B I dip a like Freddy B I talk to these ladies Schooly D Cause I can't have these ladies me
I'm bumpin' Thai Shaw, Hoes dot com The mo' god'Khan in a new John Lost in my ways You see my in a magazine and can't turn the page.
You see, I'm 'bout to get paid and not afraid to it To never part of the plan, I'm never quittin' I always it all that I can, a little lazy I (blow ??? record) like Chuck up on the
Adrenaline like a piston Got me so high I'm in the sky and I it Excuse me while I Jimmy the rhyme Hey Joe, you tell me if 6 was 9?
You know I spit technique to the freshest Gimme a call you will see results in a week With the soul of a LOST Is a heaven for a Rap Cat, let's talk
Because it's hell for a Rap Cat, walk Watch your get knocked out the ballpark Gold diggers after me, it's a catastrophe, Talkin' shit in the factory.
I'm feelin' high and the ain't sparked yet The truth hit the booth just like it was Kent No time for the weak the renegade freaks play Follow the rules, old school, fuck a
I'm to the point no time to waste Same rap, back, hey, just like mace spray in your face, any day, any place Cross the bay bridge with Dre and we blaze
A chronicle, 30 of Kush up in the We roll by the bush when we rock a show The (?) push, Imma refund See suckas, lay 'em down with our gun rhymes.
You see me at my shows in my Nicky Rose clothes Standin' just like a picture without the pose Yes, in the symphony call Man, hoes'll be talkin' bout my rise and fall
How I did 'em all And was I born to Yo, but not on the court But through court
My gun-mouth that made it way down With the whole strip tryin' to figure it out
a doubt.
I keep it till my life is straight all, Math, Science, Time and Space I see the more money and these to make I'm tryna seven figures like a plate
Come on, I often, my destination unknown The bizzle had me "where did all the fun go" decisions made at the last minute The flippin' Fasho' we goin' the limit.
Gotta be greedy like Daffy 'cause the money's like Sweet like a (?) that's get at me The wings of an angel cut my face I say nothin' man, yo I spit my case
Playboy, it's magic Man, in a Mad like an in the sports (?) bracket Spit hot nickels till quarters, man
So put in my name with the flames.
I'm so hot, the track Please the degrees I kick his black belt in Freeze MC's into a gas, I mixed Purp with Hash Do the math, young workin' the map
called class Like Bob lightin' a spliff Only the lord know how hyphy get Imma rip through the and tell a sucka "try again" You see me flowin' to track like the violins.