Ay ay I got the beat take a seat I got racks on my plate we be stacking cake put him in a earth quack I’m about to put him down like a minute man forty on a dime like a citizen he’s like a rhyme without no ticket man ya I got my pain stacked around my gold chain I put some shots through is brains we about to go supersain woah got time with my cash stash it like the flash about crash into the world trade but it got delayed woah put him in a bag we got the red flag woah seven eleven he got depression and aggression ay ya we got the flow but he don’t know so let put a show ay ay I be rapping with my stacking we be dashing and cashing we be laughing ay put in arrays he got leak he a freak and very weak Ay I got the beat take a seat I got racks on my plate we be stacking cake ay ay This ain’t no game THIS IS RAP FAME I got no blame what a shame reverse that get the transverse in the universe that a corse not a divorce now take a seat.