[Verse 1: Rudy Williams]
Yeah, I see a lot of clowns, but this sh** is no circus
You ain't hot I'm like a pot on a stove's surface
Straight crack what I spread to the fans
So when I spit, it's almost like I'm peddling grams
I stay to myself anytime that a punk watches
That's why I quit stashing money in my junk boxes
I'm just trying to stay ahead up in this rat race
But if I die, then I'm coming up in last place
When it comes to music and (inhalation sound) I need to get a hit
When it comes to money I'm crazy, I need to get a grip
When it comes to chicks, I need a Halle Berry
So don't even bother to holler if your body's scary
Music pumping you can hear it from a block away
I'm just showing love to the game like I was Dr. Dre
I got a lot to say, and I won't conceal it
Even if you had no limbs, you'd still feel it
[Hook] x2
You can't blame me man
All the sh** I keep on hearing drives me crazy, fam
You can't blame me man
If you really need some work, you gotta pay me (damn)
[Verse 2: Rudy Williams]
I reminisce on Michael Jordan wearing black and red
We used to ball, but now we carry gats instead
In the street I carry heat with some drastic lead
Cause for the money I'm a dummy with a plastic head
Can you blame me? sh**, I don't work for free
I certainly need to get paid a working fee
I need a tax on these bags, if I'm selling them dope
I got them choking on these prices like I'm selling them rope
Chicks try to hustle but they never influence me
She's an obvious s*ut I call her Miss Lewinsky
I'm a pit bull, it's nothing if a Shih tzu bit me
I'm just playing like a dog so I can get through quickly
When I get to where I want to be, I won't just be a nominee
I'll be speaking commonly how rappers ain't as hot as me
Leave it at this, what I mean mainly
I'm a man on the grind and can't none of y'all blame me
[Hook] x2