[Intro (skit)]
[Verse]
No no, never been the type that's bout that talking
You cats can call me Picasso, the way them guns be drawn
Treat yo b*tch like a game, she know that i'm in control
I got that "Street Money", proof that I be getting a Bankroll
R.I.P., we pull up on you poppin sh*t, it's a dirty game
Make sure you on a t shirt, only way you'll ever know fame
I got fake fans up here telling me that i'm washed out
But it's a different tune when i'm on they ass with the Glock out
Feeling like a Prince, f*ck yo dream b*tch under the cherry moon
Tell these old ass rappers, i'll be f*cking all they daughters soon
Guess I need some Remy Martin feeling all the way up
I'm bouta make sure you corny ass rappers get popped up
Knock on a b*tch head, she say that she knocked up
I be counting all this broccoli, needa get my crops up
Never was the n*gga that these people adored
Need some dry erase markers cause yall sh*t be making me bored
Fly as f*ck but they so plain, man how ironic
Make a hater read a magazine call that hooked on phonics
Call my n*gga Dr. Dre cause he stay with "The Chronic"
Blue bullets running yo way fast as hell call em Sonic
Hit ya with the clappers, choppa spit like Wale
Shot him cause that n*gga stole money, call him Kwame
Make a n*gga catch the sickness and ask if they Disturbed
Get it, shoot you on the street but leave yo ass on the curb
I got time on my hand n*gga like I was spilling herb
Put the nina in yo mouth, make you choke on every word
Glock to your dome, really send yo ass home
My n*ggas some gladiators like they was born in Rome
Stay with the AK-47, send a b*tch n*gga to Heaven
Banana clips, I stay with bout Levin, you can call me Kevin
Bands I got 10, but n*gga don't call me Ben
Hit you with the heatblast, put yo ass to an end
Might be talking kid shows, but I don't be kidding around
I be getting off my ass, but you stay sitting down
This Fire, hit the Wind, and put you in the Earth
Watch ya head to the sky, choppa sound like Juicy J cause you can get murked
Never been in Juvenile but raised on that 400 Degrees
This hoe said she wanna leave, sent her ass to some trees
No love for a b*tch, I just smash and she out
You can call this sh*t a date, choppa take you n*ggas out
Make you feel the fire with this metal, that's an Overkill
Me and my n*ggas stay together like a Union, no Gabrielle
Get rid of you at dawn, really make ya family mourning
Take em to church, make sure that they can see ya organ
I'm the best symbol like I was in a drum kit
Put down any goofy ass n*gga that's on some dumb sh*t
These n*ggas really chicken, more proof they so foul
Ring on my finger, cause me and the money exchanged our vows
Always felt like I was the most underestimated
If you ever thought i'm a joke, you got me mistaken
These n*ggas stay with a head full of dreams, now that's a Coldplay
Swear my name stay in these haters mouth like it was Colgate