mother fuckers always want to know how i adapted to da game how i brung upon fame sit down little homie let me speak it to ya let me spit ya alittle knowledge let me teach it to ya first off start by selling weed out here on da street put dat shit on double speed money came faat like you had alot of weed mother fuckers going to start to ask ya where dat hard at i need it on da fast give that homie a trip that will send him to da past have him sitting on the couch dozing off looking stupid then faat change da subject i got this new shit.thia shit right here will have you seeing good you will be higher then that rock and bud next thing you know my homie buying a tester got his ass over here tweaking like chester. bitches still actin real funny still acting like she trying to count my money wakin up in da morning counting hundos i run fuck frontin diamond's on my neck im stunttin fuck you hatters sayin ill never amount to nothing bad bitch hitting my line you bustin put this dick in dat b itch treat her like a turkey bitch i got yo stuffin.after dinner you know we will be puffin on dat top shelf still asking fo more its after Thanksgiving bitch yo santa bad elf i like my girls exotic sending them bitches over from the tropics money counting never stoppin rollin down yo block with a uzi im choppin bitxhes still actin so rotten come get dis bitch been here all night straight booty just poppin i dont got time fo these tricks money on hold head to the boat im gone in a split runnin the game fuck all da fame i got money to aim at all you hatter that told me i would never run da game.