People always talking bout my karma, karma Cuz when I'll be going on every summer, summer Cuz p**y talking 'bout numbers, numbers But you made it and you bones 'above me And nobody out here but your touches Beat your boy down if you wanna, wanna I just like you hard but you don't But if you ever drop in your baskets, are running back, running I'll have cash when you'll see me Already see with no TV, already pay with no CD
Way you try to sell MP3-s? Just bust some dopes cuz I know that we load My money is ours, so the dirt never slow Smooth til I get all it's on, brick it the whistle, some water to pow When we dove slow up in this laize b**h Bro's take your favorite rapper up the game, b**h sponsored links White trash I could never ever change b**h Still the skinny white b**h, with the black man b**h