My Theme
Goddamn a brother woke up famous
Ain't no crime still I spit a rhyme heinous
Take you out quick make it painless
Though if you looking for hooks
Me and you could make arrangements
Half my life I spent with a ball point
The other half I spent on strippers at that baby doll joint
She gave me something I was looking for
I got the cash what I need to be good looking for?
You can have all the wit and all the charm and
Do you really have what it takes to squeeze the charmin?
Me and you ain't got a whole lot in common
My sushi swag you just a bag of stale ramen
Wit your same lame rap again and again
Y'all know what it is my game slap again and again
We straight flashing heat again and again
When its Don Cash on the beat again and again
Cue up my theme music
They still talking reckless and making claims
How come every time I see em they still making change?
Life ain't always fair and I can't take the blame
If you're the greatest man alive and still can't make a name
Where your record at?
I ain't bout all the posing
Just peep the way a lyric flows and you frozen
Your girl knows and she sending me a dozen roses
One door opens when another closes
Half my life I been a baller
The other half I been on top
The shot caller
All my days I been a winner
While I can tell your boy is just a beginner
Stick to rolling pinners
Writing rhymes in between drafting memos
And acting like I can't hear it on your demos
What does it take to be the realest?
Stick around maybe time will reveal this
Cue up my theme music