I put money first, as high as the Washington Monument!, through rap?, pay rent,... Fleetwood is where I slept,... and started selling crack, when I awake,.. my girls delicious enough to taste, say I got nice taste, let no rhymes go to waste!, even though am feeling toxic,... like a planet!, I wanna be like the earth,.. young niggas fighting for they turf!, and am in the front line, picking up nines!, Molly, giving j's spice!, I get extra high!,hoping other m.c.'s don't bite,.. what I write!, am tight like a motor bike,.. outfit!, one piece...all I got in this world? is Hood G!, and my daddy looking healthy,..smile!, I wish I had the money,.. to make anybody go wild, bring a small child!, my rhymes?, I got my own style... hook:x1 high off weed, high off the chicks high off good fellas, and high off the streets... high off Molly, high off D.C., high off the D.M.V.!, high off B's.... v2: Fly bitches everywhere u go!, where's Wonder woman to save the day? am a outlaw with bank roll!, wanna live in a castle!, what street he on?, He Lucky Luciano, with these lyrics play piano!, blind like Stevie Wonder,...wondering what people think of me?, the kid with the key, and master plan!, how many girls want a man? or a woman, holding hand to hand...things going as planned!,...they shot but I shot back so never ran!, like a President!, my residence Silver Spring!, don't bite me cuz if I bite you it'll sting!