[Hook]
God help us n***as dying seems we out of luck
Riding dirty rhyming towards a million bucks
Shorty love the hustle say I got the perfect touch
Makin' moves like clockwork till my time is up
[Verse1]
I swear it be times like this I go thru phases
Tracking down that paper like Liam Neeson from taken
I dream it then I made it a reality create my own salary
Cuz wasn't no savings fund for me waiting
Smokin' contemplating how to take over the world
Thorobred light skin n***a minus the curls on my smooth sh**
Love em smart cool a** fluffier than cool whip
These n***as like b**hes with they 2 cent
f** they gon do when time reveals who was really bout it
I'm here to leave change like that uncle sleep on the couch
And man all of you n***as trash of bunch of Oscar the grouches
Who face identity crisis when real n***as around em, I know They heart sink to they stomach from overwhelming presence
I just stay true to myself acquire all the leverage
Fresh yes we keep it raw
Boogie down bring it on
It's just me and my dawgs and we riding out like I am legend
[Hook]
God help us n***as dying seems we out of luck
Riding dirty rhyming toward a million bucks
Shorty love the hustle say I got the perfect touch
Makin moves like clockwork till my time is up