Couple investments, a few of 'em made some sense Keep two pennies, especially if you ain't made a cent I learned the game and been getting ever since People that ain't made a dollar will say ain't convinced When you ride to 7-11 on handle bars You can't vision how catchy could take a man to Mars The problem is that y'all only just wanna hang stars Lauryn sing and I wanted to take the world from Nas I salute but I demand applause I've given infinite gifts, I still feel Santa Clause Males like girls I call it mano-pause This the type of verse that I bet you type of man would pause I can't stop and give these what they ask for 99 thousand or more inside a cash I'm the type to keep a passport on the dashboard, looking for a south of France shore to make a for Feeling like Damon Dash 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 of trying to stop a hot propeller On a jet while smoking a cigarette, gasoline on ya hands Kerosene on ya breath, oh yes I do it the best, get verses then you are blessed I do it for what it's worth and I'll do it for less, stress that, I know the album is more than late Looked quantity in the face and told it you're gonna Send a salute to the people who push the culture straight, and those who culture I just hope you don't get to procreate Met with some rappers that industry over rate Met with the Devil but said I negotiate Lyor made millions, Jay millions And if Cam made millions I'm feelin' like I can 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 to pie sellers And if any say they making millis then lie tellers The struggle will never struggle look like a puddle, my struggle look like a -- sheesh I'm visualizing it clear like I'm Mr. Michael It's either Jackson or Jordan I feel like on beats Could'a on a beach, instead I turn't to a beast The clarity of my raps you'd I created speech Saw me dirty my all over these Houston streets The stay in my reach The stay on a leash *Bark*, I know you hear dogs barkin' That hype beasting is in Houston we call boppin' I make I'm pay for all my words like it's a auction And Go Daddy she tells me when we blog shopping I'm the that'd make it and give it a fee And you the type make 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 disc if you put it under their tree Me, let's talk consistency Consistently make 'em feel like other rappers ain't sick as me I'm currently in city never get to see The only suite that they'll ever see is a pack of G My OG be calling me to tell me that the streets me He I'm eating but the reason is I eat picky Like PlayStation they pump fakin' and you'll see The game switched always end up with 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 hope that they never wake again But they gotta be sleep you're planning 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 what I had to 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 look like avatars They ain't never had the soft never had the hard, they try to make it sound deep to pretend have a cause Pushing them yellow bricks, no, where you have to pause Most of 'em cowardly and lying the man on Oz They lying to you, falsifying their little bars They'd try to tell you Tommy really had a job Tell you how they had to starve; how had rob Like I went to Heaven and took a blessing the hand of God Nah I don't don't believe it Don't believe ya reading Who the that achieved it? Not them, we did Irrelevance is as relevant as the person that said it, and you ain't never did anything, don't you ever it That dialogue you can it You borrow mothers car and put half a tank of unleaded