[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
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