What i make in a day you make in a week and I'm not talking money man I'm talking lyrically I could write a script, tear it down and write that shit again while you still trying to figure out how to use your pen Boy you sit and stare and wonder how i do this shit so clean Dont you worry about me my man just know it aint the lean I been chillen smokin layin free While we sittin tokin givin back my pockets lookin green I dont wanna brag just copped a bag and im lightin in the street Bring your homies bring your gats but just know that youll be leave bleedin