[8thW1] Why stress mic sk**s? I upgrade to LeBron techniques For the record, oh, pardon me, I meant to say the Serrano{?} MP3 Bring the beat like a defibrilator With 2 Hungry Bros in yo' refrigerator Get it now there may not be a later Cause success is not for procrastinators And the law say love thy neighbor That's why I don't want to be a hater It's much safer when tryin to get paper Just food for thought so please tip your waiter And I want my bread like I want head .. period, nuff said Runnin red's really not my style Like skinny fits saggin, why, pal? And they be like "8th, you buggin" But y'all dead serious and still sayin nothin [Chorus] Don't mind me I'm just talkin on the beat {*8X*} [8thW1] Yo... she said I'm pro-fessional I said miss, I record in my drawers Thing is, I ain't got no money This is a scheme to take all of yours If I could buy love offa what I love I'd be crazy to ignore So here's my stuff, it's only five bucks Would you like one? Sure I wish she was five million more That would be enough to get me in a tour In arenas where they sit in for sports And put the stage somewhere at half court But a dreamer can dreammmm But a waking man can plan All he needs is eyes foreseen I say mine and that leaves one hand And they be like "Why you talkin that bullsh**?" And I'll be like.. "Get out!" [Chorus] [8thW1] Bein broke makes me feel sad So to break bread I'ma have to break bad But, I can't get caught Cause it's just me, myself and a judge in court Peace to Brownsville, right next to Fort Guess where I lived 'til I felt Lee Four{?} Switched not to be a prick but Ain't much poppin off in the sticks So I moved to the bricks to prove I was fit To move to the city to swim with big fish Or maybe the mammals, everything's goin so well Hit after hit make your iPod swell You like K-Y, so jeal' Okay why? Please do tell But, is because when you're listenin I'm k**in it just by willin it? And they be like "8th, you so dope!" And I be like "Ha ha ha, well you know~!" [Chorus]