[Intro] Cuz I be on my Suit & Tie, zip Tied Zipped I-I Be on my suit & Tie, zip Tied Zipped [VERSE 1] The freshest muthaf**a on the muthuf**in scene (C-Lee!) Do you know what I mean? bu*ton down polo with the tru religion jeans The flow is so mean, naw The flow is routine, I Been practicing ive been maxing while chillin All them hollow dutches im fillin 21 years now no children No seeds in no fiend No rules and no team could stop me I metamorph me into a lion in a science You would think that my courage build ions In the timing of crisis you would see that them liars be lying On the floor flat lying im lying bout eying on the whole crime scene Tryna keep my lies sound sorta like the truth, im slidin by trying to keep Myself tyrant i will not be violent unless you want too, sh**, tell em come through I leave you in your suit & Tie, zip tied up In that bodybag no Suicide thats Murder-f**in-1 [VERSE 2] But besides all that.... I got so much money in my pocket bout to blow this sh**! All them haters notice it In my mail are notices As soon as I open it They tell me bout my court and sh** Lawyers, flyers, speedin tickets Makes me want to never drive Buh them hoes yeh they love my ride Specially when the doors suicide They like my style Buh they love my drive Pretty young thang in this world that mine Train on my wrist buh i dont track time Got you all thinkin where'd he get that line Original me, no time to compete, a daily routine Gotta know the recipe, that molly and weed No need to recieve I gotcha Everthings free if you my friend like partner Gotta get it while its good never shook like pasta Im christian no religion buh im feelin like rasta Smoking all these j's to the face, f** that Im do my thang and then start a new race Only one C-Lee and you can not replace Always in the lead in this race againsts saints Always find me cheesin when I walk into the bank And what you think im at the bank? With a stack in my hand What you think im at the bank for? Im cashing out Hoe!