[Produced by The Pa**ion HiFi]
[Verse 1: B-Staz]
My arsenal's awesome
Will leave you awe strickin' and star struck
I guess you van do no wrong when you're on a pedestal and symbolic
Look at Mr. Peterson, acclaimed as a phenom
Even if he beat his kids he still rules the Minnesota Kingdom
He calls to child rearing?
His kids are afraid of him I call it child fearing
I guess that's the problem with the world now
Idolize some and forget what life is about
We choose what we wanna think
And block something's out so our lives don't shatter
My mind is over it so it just don't matter
I must speak facts cause the haters label me like I'm a factory table
But it all sounds like a fable to me they say
Staz you ain't a gangsta in ya, nice collar
But hater I never said, I'm still a balla
Never wanna be someone that I'm not
I haven't heard last call so I better take this shot and keep these bars hot
I guess the meaning of this tape is that I'll never look back
Relax you'll never hear that effort is a trait that Staz lacks
And I pray I'm not lying through my teeth
But I won't stop till I'm hanging' mad plaques
So step back cause I'm hot like Curry
And imma come with the flurry
Cause in this verse one I talk about real life
Then listen up verse two, give some dope advice
Finish the tape off with an uppercut like Kimbo Slice
[Hook x2: B-Staz]
Money don't buy happiness
And if you're not believing this then
One day you'll have to reminisce feeling' emptiness
[Verse 2: B-Staz]
And I won't ever relapse
If you doubt me better check facts
Or better yet, bust out the yoga mats
Cause you're just mad your girl ate too many Pringles
Who cares about b**hes man, just stay single
Cause if I ever caught a friend on Christian Mingle
I'd tell em it's just bad man
It's the Bain of my existence
Now listen to this sh** before you call me pretentious
Bail on that love sh** at our age
You wanna be all tangled and jailed up like a pet in a bird cage?
Also this goes out to all the girls who think they need a man to be somebody
f** that, make something for yourself then men'll come running
And f** that talk of being a trophy wife
Take my advice, if you that sh** how do you expect to be happy in life?
Remember money don't buy happiness
And if you do that sh** you'll be regretting it
Cause you'll just be straight up faking and hating it
So get a degree, maybe one day you'll be sleeping with a guy like me
f** the two cents I'm giving you this sh** for free
Looking out for all my girls in the 403
[Hook x2: B-Staz]
[Verse 3: B-Staz]
Coming at you hard; last verse
About to be immersed in Staz-tacular vernacular, don't call it preserve
Don't understand , read some of this in reverse
Hater, blow me, raw dog
Cause you're not up to par
I'll do more damage to you than Heatley did with his car
But I don't do drunk driving
Especially at this point when my stock is rising
You wanna get in but I won't pretend to be your friend
I got bars like I'm a Patriots Tight End
I'm not gonna be your kids next role model
As I spit this verse next to any empty Bacardi bottle
I'm going out with my posse
My flows as rich as Versace
Rare like all 5's in Yahtzee
Like Drake post Degrasee
No fake sh** I'm gonna try honestly
Cause I got that talent
And when you got that talent you better make sh** happen
I do it through similes and metaphors
It's all true though
Leader of my generation, call me Trudeau
This sh**s easy like a Steve Nash free throw
I'm not even close to reaching my plateau