I get the money and stack it you get tha drinkin and slackin my enemies wanna attack me but they can’t find tha attack stick guessin that’s jus a habit I shoot but not huntin for rabbit yo wife want me to stab it I sharpen my blade on her cabinet when I was born I just a bastard now I’m grown I gotta have it I see it I want it I grab it now tell me how they gonna last this, you hand me tha rock imma pass it I see tha money like stacs 5th and don’t wanna get caught wit that shit I rather do time for some mad shit you rather do time for some fag shit I never ran from a challenge so come on I’m ready what’s hattin my 1 2s will come thru like gas hits want smoke make you choke this ain’t cookie dough and I came to win/you a rookie tho/cut tha head off a snake/smash tha serpents head in tha garden of eden where I count my bread she gave me apples I ate steak instead then I rock tha bed but don’t call me Fred then I brunt her head and Uk I fled Uk time is money countin every second/ countin every blessings/notin every lesson/and I can’t lose/Cant lose section not my position/general of tha mission/home runs when I’m hittin and I’m never tired and I’m never finished tested thru tha fire but was never fired but was never hired jus staying wired wired to accts countin up amounts and I’m gettin higher