Couple investments, a few of 'em made major sense Keep your two pennies, especially if you made a cent I learned the game and been getting publishing ever People that ain't a dollar will say they ain't convinced When you ride to 7-11 on some handle You can't vision how hooks could take a man to Mars The problem is that y'all only just wanna hang with Heard Lauryn sing and I to take the world from Nas I salute but I still applause I've given infinite gifts, I still feel like Santa acting like girls I call it mano-pause This the type of verse I bet you that type of man would pause I can't stop and give these haters they ask for 99 thousand or more a cash drawer I'm the type to a passport on the dashboard, looking for a south of France shore to make a dash for Feeling like Dash been moving that acappella When times is bleak I hit the freeway like Roc-A-Fella It's been a decade, get a clue that you could stop me You'd have a better chance of trying to stop a hot On a jet while smoking a cigarette, with on ya hands Kerosene on ya breath, oh yes I do it the best, get verses then you are blessed I do it for it's worth and I'll never do it for less, stress Never that, I know the album is more than quantity in the face and told it you're gonna wait Send a salute to the people who push the culture straight, and those who culture hate I just hope you get to procreate Met with some rappers industry people over rate Met with the Devil but I wouldn't negotiate Lyor made millions, Jay made And if Cam millions I'm feelin' like I can sure relate Killa -- see Mr. Koopa got 'em quite People that hang Mr. Koopa turn to sky dwellers I'm a city where the skinny turn to pie sellers And if any say they making then they lie tellers The struggle will cease Your struggle look like a puddle, my struggle look like a -- I'm visualizing it clear like I'm Mr. Artis It's either Jackson or Jordan I feel like Michael on Could'a been on a beach, instead I turn't to a The clarity of my you'd think I created speech Saw me dirty my cleats all over these streets The hundreds stay in my The money stay on a *Bark*, I know you hear them barkin' That hype beasting is in what we call boppin' I make I'm pay for all my words like a blog auction And Go Daddy what she me when we blog shopping I'm the type that'd make it and it a fee And you the type that make it wouldn't take it for free They look at you and they like "tell me what's in it for me" and wouldn't take ya disc if you put it their Christmas tree Me, let's about consistency Consistently make 'em feel like these other rappers sick as me I'm currently in city they'll get to see The only suite that ever see is a pack of swishas G My OG be calling me to tell me that the streets me He know I'm eating but the reason is I eat Like PlayStation pump fakin' and you'll see quickly The game switched they'll always end up a 360 Albums coming, I tell the doubters just till then Shot videos and you that I'd never waste a lens They sleeping on me could hope they never wake again But they gotta be sleep when you're a rude awakening
Cash rules around me C.R.E.A.M. get the money, dolla-dolla bill
Hey yo Texas you know the what I had to solve Ya prodigy be bringing havoc I had a mob Had three enemies, so them odds I had to dodge And now I'm riding in cars that look avatars They ain't never had the soft never had the hard, they try to make it sound to pretend they have a cause Pushing them yellow bricks, no, that's where you to pause of 'em cowardly and lying like the man on Oz They lying to you, falsifying within their bars They'd probably try to tell you really had a job Tell you how had to starve; how they had rob Like I went to Heaven and took a blessing the hand of God Nah Sorry I don't believe it Don't what ya reading Who the ones achieved it? Not them, we did Irrelevance is as relevant as the person that it, and you ain't never did anything, don't you ever forget it That you can dead it You borrow mothers car and put half a tank of unleaded