-Lyrics- (Fly intro) VERSE (1): young kiddo, like Robert De Niro... use to slang kilos, outside casinos... confidence, with a God complex... equal to a goddess, with some perfect sex... how you like that, jack? keep it on the d-low... amigos.. don't need no... beef with... no Nino... for what it's worth, I got.. the earth's.. crown... a dollar towards your baller, worth two cent a pound... dream on... you could keep your ring on... i hussled a brick, from Mexico to Crenshaw... living green... we all fished upstream.. how the hell? y'all niggas with me... you ALL, know what I need... diplomat... a soulchild, of dreams... killing it sweet, like I was with Prince... and Cee Lo Green.... how often have you seen, some CREAM... cream on the inside, clean on the out... (y'all niggas been knowing, I handle my business... I could give two f*cks 'bout what cha niggas be on, and if you don't know better ask somebody... have y'all niggas bleeding once a month up in this b*tch... call the doctor, call the doctor... please is there a doctor in the house... this nigga too cold, and he has no pulse) VERSE (2): while y'all fresh to death, I been deceased... iller than a polo, matching jeans for jinx... I'm top heavy, cause my head, is too big... frozen on your dash, like a bobblehead... let the vinyl popp, this record too damn hott... .38 snubb, believe me u done... look at chubbs, hands... look like shrubs... too egotistic... and that realistic, catch me as carry the flow... science fiction... but these are accurate facts, NO kidding... man these lyrics is cold, YOU DIDN'T KNOW? the crack was sold, before it, came off the stove... mold rocks, with the hands... only God understands... I'm through with this beat... like the ball in Jeter's hands...