-V1
Barely had a pot to p*ss in
Leveled up the hustle n*gga now my wrist lit
Got a thang for a thicky thick b*tch
If she wanna come through
n*gga let her come through
They gon hate you when you do it this big
f*ck it that's just how the game go
Throw another chain on
n*ggas got a problem f*ck it I might of that thang go
Let that uzi spazz, You big or you lil mad?
Now that I got you n*ggas attention
I aim with precision
My lyrical distance ahead of you
Is that of a mission throughout the cosmos
Barely go to church but keep god close
Blessed so errday I'm blessin n*ggas wit this God flow
Ain't no way that you could be my rival
Stepping over n*ggas
Mama shoulda named me Ivo
I hope every n*gga hatin on me die slow
That way my success is all you see before yo eyes close god knows n*gga!
-hook
All I wanted was my paper up
Show them n*ggas They don't do it like this
Counting money til I'm bleeding from the paper cuts
He can talk it but I bet he ain't fluent like this
Damn! Don't forgot the golden rule
The n*gga wit the gold make the rules
Ran outta forks, he whip the magic with the spoon
Ran outta forks, he whip the magic with the spoon
-V2
Damn...game ain't the same n*gga
You...tell me who to blame n*gga
Neva changed
Since a youngin still the same n*gga
Guess I was too old for that Sosodef chain
But it's cool tell Chi-Chi I'm in ATL
They telling me I'm dope enough to package up and sell
Gotta know ya worth so now I'm sitting on a scale
Her Press-Ons glow in the dark so right now alll I see is nails n*gga
The engine purr like raja when it take off
I might f*ck around and drive the paint off
We ain't cut from the same cloth
You n*ggas is pleather
Heat turn you pussies to sweater
You ain't made for this weather
My aim is better, '97 Golden Eye
Holes in his shirt til he Polk-a-dot
My American Idols don't sing n*gga
Shirt off all summer, bling-bling n*gga
-hook