Yeah, I'm hustling all them quarters on that back block
Rather have four quarters then hundred pennies tell 'em to kick rocks
Where the stash at
Yo, this party whack n***a pa** that
I cash that
Y'all ain't make it till' you run it back
All the sh** I spit is straight facts
I'm on my paper talk, I'll moon walk to the moon and back
For some big gaup, f** cops
I guess you can call this off the top of my head
Cause after this I know shorty giving me head
Me and all my n***as make bread
Call this a bad bakery, I burn bread, nobody's making me
All them years of not being fed, man this sh** saving me
Caving me in
All this stressin' I should have a bald head
Call Mr. Clean, cause after the job there won't be no lead
Just a random body they found f**ing dead
Let me show them who there f**ing messing with
I be spitting in the closet (Real)
I be get taking over beats (Okay)
I be getting all this fire
I be getting all this heat (That's hot)
I be getting all this loud
I be getting all my dreams (These dreams)
I be getting all this money
Yeah, I know just what it seems
The cops coming and I'm running out the back door
Motherf**er what you looking at what's that for? (What)
Sianara use a comma, slice like that sword
Coming out your f**ing mouth, like yous an actor
It's beast coast, we the illest of them villains
Put our hands up to the ceilings, we gon' make a couple millions
And we get it how we get it
f** yo' tracks I'll keep on dissing
How you listen and you glisten
Godlier than any christian
Yeah, I'm pissing all you f*ggots off
Blowing up so big (boom!), you gotta call the bomb squad (squad)
Thanks a lot, you be taking some time off
I be waking up at 6, to write another f**ing song (uh, huh)
f** poltians I'd rather be illumnati superstion say f** a student tuition
I'm on a misson
Getting all my n***a out of the kitchen
Whippin in whips
Say f** getting shot and limping
Me and all my bros
That' all I f**ing know
I never see red just green that means go
f** a Christmas handout
I get it on my own
17 years old and I'm grown
I'm grown up
And all these people looking at me
They be thinking I'm a thug
As I'm running right through the streets
And they taking a look at these
What you looking at bro?
Got my hand on some dough
Middle finger up and rest in peace, uh