[verse1:figero baunchi]
Figero i hope you blow!
Fa' real, no h*mo cuzz
You need a manager
Sumn like a h*mo thug!
So he can sneak in parties
With all the label reps!
It's raining men and checks!
Your crib a be big as sh**!
Just throw this symbol up!
Try and get a younger crowd!
Sang f**ed up lullaby's
And switch that sh** around!
A! now you got em fig
f** telling them the truth!
Now you should get a sentence!
Prison is label food!
Come out like pac did big
Lets make some enemies!
Tell them you in control
At least pretend to be!
Lets make your family proud
You made it finally!
Tell them you reached your dreams
We had you scared to sleep!
You owe the label b**h!
You owe the clothing store!
You owe for videos!
Why dont you sell your soul?
Just like a reposession
Call it a foreclose
Use that one eye we gave you
Now tell us if heaven closed!