i need my cake...i need my pie...i need my riches before i die...dont make me slide...Dont make me lie... Where you lay...I need the victory without the games...im on yo head like a bang...i flow like healthy blood in a vien ...I stay with a stick like an old head with a cane...Im on my Father mode..now who raised...Bet against me..i raise the stakes...with the dribble..i give you the shakes at home...In the Anothny Edwards Timber lands...See my boxscore together like ink and printer...And i need a seven figure contract like the homeless need a dinner...Ima penny pincher cuz i see myself getting richer... everyday..by the spirit that make amends....The spoon i was given not silver...I make a hater cringe...I got it out the mud and slept in the den..I had a pillow and a couch before my wins 💯...I bounce back in the heat of the dryer and collect my lint...These pockets definitely had money to spend...I get up like its breakfat in bed...U gotta use ya head...I gotta get this bread...I said what I said ...I hurdle obstibles with two legs