Cyfer,old school kid not typer.Maybe he go pull up with a ryphol,better be ready,better be steady,Eddy.(Ho,ho,ho,ho,ho,ho) made it to the top,never had a scar. Niggas looking up,they be calling me a star. Lost my grip cause I made it too far, money on my mind buy one more car. (Yeah)All so simple,smile too hard maybe you go lose a dimple.Laugh at yo face,run back home and leave my space.Diss too much,die too hard.Put you in a grave then I put you in my yard.Sad big story doesn't make sense.Far more glory,too much tense.I can never make it simple,cum at yo face,kiss em on the nipple,so check my pace.Run too much,get my crush,say wassup,kiss that clutch.Right my script,rip that first,make my mix,man I gotta fix,all my dirt,shut me down,cut you out P.(Cut you out yeah P,put you down yeah P,ain't no doubt yeah P,say you out yeah P) Cyfer,old school kid not typer.Maybe he go pull up with a ryphol,better be ready,better be steady,Eddy.