yea ay little j on the beat yea niggas be dissing on my name im shoot that nigga in the brain yea i make it rain these nigas ain't the same yeah yeah he dont want no smoke he played me as a joke my life is so fucking dope treat my people like the pope i knew that boy was a hoe we coming wipin his nose just like he had him a cold shot him in the throat i just sign a deal i make a couple a mill told my momma to chill yea i be popping them pills yeah yeah