The Visual

I dont care about your problems They all yours I past the ball to my homie He a power Forward Thats what you call a real bag on your head Make the competition crawl on their last leg -No doubt about One dollar of my bread -I'll put one on your old lady head -Put a hole for her mouth and get some head -But instead she said we can split the bread I make the plan seem easy to execute We robbed the plug cause we know he got a plug to A couple niggas cause we knew they had bread on em A couple hoes cause these hoes tried to lay on us I know exactly why you broke You aint preying on it You cant tell me nothing I put kanye on it Grab a ski mask and some gloves Put that work in Until the money get right I'll work on it Thats a block if you really didnt know If you scared Its not somewhere you really want to go -I stay high and get real low to the floor -And if anything move we gone know Got out of jail you was stuck in a time machine We getting all kind of money Pull all kind of schemes Wearing anything designer You ain never seen I put the magnifying scope on your whole team Knock the apple out your throat And off your ball cap You had a dollar and some change I want all that I put fear in your eyes then you fall back For this big ass cuban Your a small pack This is not going right for none your people The First chapter first verse of Ephesians Some niggas cant be forgiven but their treatable I ask god to give me riches over evil I cant forget how much it cost a nigga legally That police ass shit they doing starting to eat at me