b**h I'm back at it, dripping battery acid Sipping that, spitting it, fatter than Shaq's track jacket Well, dagnabit, I've had it, up to my high tops Guys one sided, their sight, slighter than cyclops See me rise up, trying to keep my eyes up Higher than Mariah, I need my peace of pie cut I been American dreaming since day one I came from a place, half plains, half slums Plenty people struggling, suffering in my home town Every body know it but still keep it on low down Cuz down lower, we never sober, hoping to drown Any sorrows cuz tomorrow's coming closer now But wait a minute, ain't you leave and move on I needed to lose sight so I could come back home And now I use phones all day at Groupon Selling my damn soul and ducking whatever blues come Green be the medication, bettering my situation Sick of sitting patient, got me hating on my generation Mention waiting and its later alligator Bout an hour late, I'll be salivating to the sound of paper This money machine's, the funnies thing That's why, some of us dream and some of us scheme Some of us kick raps while some of of sing But as soon as you mention green, that's when it come in between Cuz me and my old team, we wanted the same thing But one of us, didn't want it, he wanted to be a snake So I don't pay attention until you pay me a visit Or mention me getting pension for paying my son's tuition Ya'll don't get it I'm living like I ain't giving a sh** about a critic Criticizing or an*lyzing my writtens Cuz I'm a little different than the rest of ya'll spitting Whatever you wanna call it, I'm better off in my office, just chilling I'm feeling like a couple hundred bucks When you ain't got a red cent, tucked in your chucks So muthaf**a O'Pini'ons, you ain't got a penny on Any of the sh** that I been sitting on, get it gone Muthaf** O'Pini'ons, you ain't got a penny on Any of the sh** that I been spitting on, get it gone I believe you have my stapler