Walk up in the crib, feeling like the shit... smokin on a swish. What's up with ya bitch, don't fix ya lips, unless you're sucking on my dick. Hard times got motherfuckas committing true crimes. Can you read between the lines? Imma master mind always on the grind, for me... it's never nap time! Get hit with 9 and flat line opp, it was your time! A diseased whore, just hit the floor niggas hitting the door. All this money I am making, I like to call it my M.O... means of operation. There isn't any reason for debating. With you lame ass niggas I shouldn't even be having this conversation! You don't have to tell me, I know your faggot ass is hating! Get dropped with no hesitation! My mind is racing, Leave your ass laying and then you start decaying. It was apparent that you was transparent. I could see through you, you wasn't what you was portraying! All you rappers are overrated and now I'm on top just know when you hear this... I made it!