[Verse 1] Feeling like Mufasa with a chopper Copper turn a n***a to a T-shirt Skeezer from the Bay [?], called the b**h a bopper s** me ’til her knees hurt Swear that the world getting smaller Thought you was a big fish, and that’s when 2 sharks hit the water Yeah, I was moving them quarters My pa**port is stamped up cause I really get over borders Collect the pounds and the euros n***as is snitching like them p**y’s work for the Bureau f** with no b**hes in plural Talking that gangster sh**, you will get put on a mural True indeed, catch a glimpse, they asking “who is he?” The youngin’ [?] work on supplying new type of guy Don’t talk to me b**h I’m all type of high [Hook] Wasn’t riding through the 6 with my woes I was sliding with your b**h, getting dough Holding onto that stick, leaving holes Only thing on my mind, getting dough Getting more, flip a O Did a show, getting more Wasn’t riding through the 6 with my woes Holding onto that stick, leaving holes [Verse] It’s Mr. Yeah, So No, I don’t care ho Y’all n***as Care Bears, my flow cement In the truck, getting spinned Got the bread, know it’s spent Leave the court, innocent Jewish counsel, bad b**h, mouthful Blunt lit, house shoes, yes, it’s routine They used to say I have pipe dreams Cause a n***a wanted nice things But you know I got ’em right now Cause I couldn’t wait Catch a n***a as I demonstrate Choking b**hes while I penetrate Doing sh** they couldn’t replicate Yeah, So