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