b**h I'm back at it, dripping battery acid
Sipping that, spitting it, fatter than Shaq's track jacket
Well, dagnabit, I've had it, up to my high tops
Guys one sided, their sight, slighter than cyclops
See me rise up, trying to keep my eyes up
Higher than Mariah, I need my peace of pie cut
I been American dreaming since day one
I came from a place, half plains, half slums
Plenty people struggling, suffering in my home town
Every body know it but still keep it on low down
Cuz down lower, we never sober, hoping to drown
Any sorrows cuz tomorrow's coming closer now
But wait a minute, ain't you leave and move on
I needed to lose sight so I could come back home
And now I use phones all day at Groupon
Selling my damn soul and ducking whatever blues come
Green be the medication, bettering my situation
Sick of sitting patient, got me hating on my generation
Mention waiting and its later alligator
Bout an hour late, I'll be salivating to the sound of paper
This money machine's, the funnies thing
That's why, some of us dream and some of us scheme
Some of us kick raps while some of of sing
But as soon as you mention green, that's when it come in between
Cuz me and my old team, we wanted the same thing
But one of us, didn't want it, he wanted to be a snake
So I don't pay attention until you pay me a visit
Or mention me getting pension for paying my son's tuition
Ya'll don't get it
I'm living like I ain't giving a sh** about a critic
Criticizing or an*lyzing my writtens
Cuz I'm a little different than the rest of ya'll spitting
Whatever you wanna call it, I'm better off in my office, just chilling
I'm feeling like a couple hundred bucks
When you ain't got a red cent, tucked in your chucks
So muthaf**a O'Pini'ons, you ain't got a penny on
Any of the sh** that I been sitting on, get it gone
Muthaf** O'Pini'ons, you ain't got a penny on
Any of the sh** that I been spitting on, get it gone
I believe you have my stapler