Reason #1

Everything i do-its like I do it for the money, smile on my face but ain't a damn thing funny, been thru the hood wars, shopped the outlet stores, bound to sit in a Bugatti wit a Playboy Bunny.... Cleveland is the city that I come from succa, home of the CAVS-lay it down mothafucca, been gone for a while, but I'm bacc for my crown don't gimme what is mine and it's"blam!!" mothafucca .I feel sorry for you bitches if you think this is a game, I been doin a lil bit but now I'm back and I ain't playin, Naw-this shits'forreal, i gotta tote the steel, and make sure to take careful aim, haters wait in the bushes-but if you try to push me imma come out sprayin, insane...... is what they calling me stallin me not gone happen, this money i got from trappin ain't nothin compared to rapping so... paccin my bag- man I'm on the road, aimin for the platinum-u can keep the gold, just wanna have fun-u can keep the ho, ain't got no time for her-I gotta love my shows.. imma keep on doing me, don't give two fuccs about no critic, cuz I'm in it to win it, and if I spit it I meant it, ya better get yo mind right, and now the money is comin, im comin up from nothin man i love this lime- light, and if ya bringin her witcha, then ya running a risk, better cuff yo dime tight.. Cleveland is the city an I'm bringin it wit me an those that's tryin to get me ya better bacc down, an if u doubt that I'm real then meet me in the field I'll pop yo ass in the pill and then tear the gat down, i gotta get what I'm getting cuz I'm goin legit, but if you fucc wit my clique-I keep a full clip, retaliation a must, stand tall in the dust, but I'm quicker to bust, so cut the bullshit, real shit.. "now you can try but you can't do what i do, what i do, no.. and I'm gone die before the day that i lose that i lose." now everybody you know they wanna come to my show becuz they in the mic I spit hot shit, so I'm fuccin wit K-E.ST. behind me today you know that they never held the beats hostage, East-Side of The Land i stayed equipped wit a plan you know that now I'm the man I'm on top bitch, see the money ain't folding an the whips that I'm rollin that ain't no way in hell you gone stop this, pedal to the floor man I'm ready to roll, let that haters say they Grace cuz I'm ready to blow, smoke so much that I'm sweating the dro you better do your best to stay outta the way of the dough, cuz ill dump a full mag leave you lay on the floor, pour the gas out and spark it on the way out the door, in the rear view lookin at the scene of a ghost, another "First_48" un_solved for sure...