See a muthufucka frustrated with ya, cuz ya couldn’t comprehend the first thing about paper/ make my hustle neighbors pay them favors forward, I’m a blow it up -I’m a poet/ better keep it easy goin, for I take ya money like I’m baby en ya weezy/ we be wheezin some weed leaves, shut your fuckin Mouth and be-lieve/ throw ya bitch the PVC, live stream -we don’t do no DVD/ do the dirty then we watch it on-TV, I got a colossal philosophy/ epistemology is basically a prophesy, I thought my way up out of poverty/ now get these bitches off of me, you wanna hear me rap on track -let’s talk about the money that you got to offer me/ bitch just show me that broccoli, baby got that cock up in her properly/ she suckin on me sloppily, that pussy is my property/ a pimp is a systematic anomaly, and honestly -bitches get this dick on the side -and can ride shotty/ long as she holding my stash in her body, broke her back like pottery/ this dick is the lottery, muthufuckas thinkin that this rap -isn’t a robbery, sippin on bubbly -got a couple bitches in a bubble bath/ kissin -lickin on a pimps body, world bout to recognize a prodigy/ son you motherfukers like I’m fatherly, in my waist band where the choppa be/ Bout to cause monopolies, let this money avalanche on top of me/ Get the fuck up off a thief, got the keefe in the pre-roll/ I’m in the whip -but I don’t need a key though, I’m losin -movin weight like I’m on Keto/ all up in ya bitches living room in my Speedo, plus I’m lookin fly like Jonathan Livingston seagull/ I’m coming for my money, know you see me coming through ya peep hole/ ya better make some phone calls -call ya peoples, had to send chino down to Porta Rico, just to put a rope around the neck of Niko/ then i sent em out to Sandro Pe to take out Pedro, boy you better have my motherfuckin pesos/ boy I be the man with say so, bash you in the face with a metal bat -like I’m Jose Cansaco/ power bomb you through ya windshield -better call Maaco, I’ll finagle your bagel/ make it rain like st germain, I got the fuckin philosophers stone/ break off you the proper while I walk up to the throne, bitch you better stop it with the nonsense/ get to noddin with ya noggin, put ya mouth on it/ till i shoot the super sonic, I don’t give a fuck about no stupid comment/ keep it quiet on the internet and roll up on em at the supermarket, hop up out the whip and let the gun vomit/ trust me boy ya don’t want it,