RiFF RAFF - Alec Baldwin lyrics

[Hook: Caskey] Things done changed, word to Biggie Smalls I'm always on time in my city dog They ain't f**in' with me at all I'm getting' rich and die tryin', man, 50s and all Kind of, kind of strange, everybody callin' Because I'm makin' change and I don't know what to call it They say if you ain't out here ballin' Then you just another white boy, Alec Baldwin Yeah, sayin' I'm the best out But he just blowin' money with the chest out He ain't just another white boy, Alec Baldwin Sayin' I'm the best out If you ain't out here ballin' But he ain't just another white boy [Verse 1: Caskey] Yo money is the concept So blowin it like it's imaginary, man it's rather scary I went through like thirty racks in just a month I ain't tryin' to stunt, that's my boss job Blew like 15K on weed and the blunts I come to eat 'em up, appetite for the after life Spent more money on my folk, that's a sacrifice In my apartment complex eatin' mac and rice So I got that call from Cash Money that bought me back to life I'm back to writin', whole crew been enlightened You just old news, I'm Pro Tools, Mike Tyson With a bite license, man these rappers, they ain't sh** to me Swear I don't need to know their name or their history Visually I'm a psychadelic, acquired relic All these rappers quite hellish, I think they jealous Shiit tell 'em embellish in the fruits of your labor But always share your fruits with your neighbor They hate on me cause.. [Hook] [Verse 2: Caskey] Look I ain't one of these rappers who only rappin' ‘bout money But I ain't knocking neither, I guess we all just one hundred With hundreds you know I'm just playin' in my position They say I come to entertain with intuition I'm into fruition, she ain't got to have apple bottom But she got to have an onion booty with a hundred problems You know, Hova said I got my 99 Women always more complex that's might fine with Me, I had a homie tell me: “go take over the city" I told him what you mean He said "you know like 2 Pac”, I say give me two shots Plus the L, boy that ain't no biggie Like I'm always skinny, franchisin' while my grands pilin I leave you like I stand in the air pollin' Ain't no deny my criteria, I swear drop a hundred mixtapes In my city, I swear nobody hearin' ya', you little b**h [Hook] 5 hundred degreez, 50,000 flames Oh sh**, look who it is, the white Lil Wayne The Kruger slang, I shift gears and my Jar Jar plane They figured I was kin to Martin Payne the way I switch lanes Yeah, baby blue diamonds cost a baby carriage Macarena diamonds dancing like Mariah Carey The red baron I fly low in the Rick Flair Maclearen Spent my first hundred grand on that Panamara Droppin' 25k out in Las Vegas I would take a nap but that's lost wages I'm movin' 50 pack like that Cary Collins I'm pushin' 30 rocks like the Alec Baldwin