[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