[Chorus: Dom Pachino] I drink a fifth, move swift, who is this? All you need to know, is I handle my business I ain't got to front, cuz n***a, I live this And I'm known around the hood, for poppin' my biscuit [Dom Pachino] f** around and front, you'll be a statistic I came up with that team that be repping that militant Stay on that k**a sh**, I know you feeling it Know what you dealing with, I cop the V with a grill that's sick Just to show 'em what I'm working with, got them birds chirping quick That only s** certain dick I need the best out of life, fruit for the children And a garden for my wife, pardon the strife and the pain I endured, but I've been trying to get it right While it rained and it poured, and only being sane was aboard this ship as it toured I smoke a spliff of the raw, some green sh** that I've never seen before
So close to the edge, yet I never seem to fall, never seem to fall [Chorus 2X] [Dom Pachino] Aiyo, I ain't gotta stump for no one, front for no young dumb b**h Full of cum, I put work in He's so gangsta's, what they blurting, that's for certain My tracks be banging til they hurting, the ears of my listeners Intrude parishioners, that follow my sh** from the beginning I'm bout to take it home in the ninth inning Damn, I love winning, damn, I love women Ain't sh** changed but my lyrics and my digits Still got them rats and them snitches, they sorta like a sickness So I don't talk business, I let my lawyers talk business And make sure they out for my best interest Make investments with nice interest And a CD account for my little princess I keep working on my catalog, ya'll n***as won't forget this [Chorus 2X]