[Verse 1]
I see Solo cups, full of Y.O.L.O
In slo-mo, chick in Manolos
Old pimp got her round his finger just to string her
Her name is Yolena, doing tricks under Yoyo
They be on some sell a brick, cop a brick
Swap a brick, lots of bricks
Yall ain't got the proper sense to go and build a house of it
How you own the block but not the buildings on top of it?
Yall just playing with those building blocks, I'm calling out you kids
With this stupid flow, Fendi, Louie, Gucci flow
Dropping dimes, you don't even know (ueono), Ricky Rubio
I don't walk in Ricky Ross' Reeboks in the studio
Yall be saying this and doing that, you stay confusing folk
Blabbing bout a bag of loud, or how you bag bad broads
Back to back, black on black ba*tards behind bars
That's just some of it, nah that's the sum of it
I'm coming with a flow so cold make the summer sick
[Chorus]
That what you want? that what you want?
(Ratchet flow)
You see what I'm doing here, you see what I'm on?
(Ratchet flow)
If you ain't swaggin' it ain't happening we nappin yo
(Ratchet flow)
Gone hit em with the ratchet flow
[Verse 2}
They cop new suits just to shoot hoops
Same old roots, new noose
Let the Uzi loose then remove his j**elry and his shoes
Rarely hit the news, when it do they hit the snooze
I spit this for them kids that be tryna get to school
While everybody treat the inner city like a zoo
Keep your distance, if you get within inches end up as food
They peeling off in public on picnic benches and pools
But nah ain't gone be a party pooper, Martin Luther King Jr
Crash every hookah bar, searching for a King Koopah
Naw get your cream, get your green
I'd be obscene if I call it filthy lucre--or Lucifer
You don't hallucinate with the users or get loose with the looters you a loser
But sometimes ain't no way to put the truth smoother
I don't put it on ice just to come off cooler (capeesh?)
The flow so south but the pen so philadelph
I spit for the love, forget what sells
Using Hiphop homie, just to build your wealth?
Luke 9:23, you can k** yourself
Gunning for a milli, run your bill up to a billi
They gone pay a pretty penny for iniquity, get rich as hell
(hit the scale) when I spit this here its off the Richter scale
Cuz his blood was spilled, split the veil like sickle cell
Got me ill, ain't no witch or wizard who could lift the spell
(hit the scale) you run on windows vista homie, system fail
What I'm seeing here be reminding me of splinter cell
d**h putting hits on em that'll put the NFL
On the bench, leave a stench, where's your sense of smell
They be drunk off liquor, the elixir coming off like ginger ale
They don't respond to gentlemen at all you gotta pimp em well
So I'm spitting this with a limp, ring the dinner bell
[Chorus]