DJ Gunji, still major.Yeah!Young Money!You dig?Mac and Bronner.I'm a millionaire, I'm a young money millionaire.Tougher than Nigerian hair.My criteria compared to your career just isn't fair.I'm a venereal disease, like a menstrual bleed.Threw the pencil and leak on the sheet of the tablet in my mind.Cause I don't write, cause I ain't got time.Cause my second minute hours go to the almighty dollar in the all.Mighty power up that ch-ch-ch-ch-chopper.Sister, brother, son, daughter, father, motherfucker, copper.Got the Maserati dancing on the bridge.P-P-Pop and telecoppers.Ha-ha-ha-ha, you can't catch em, you can't shop em.I go by them goon rules.If you can't beat em, then you pop em.You can't man em, then you mop em.You can't stand em, then you jump.You pop em, you pop em.Cause we pop em like Hobo, Red and Baka.Motherfucker, I'm ill.Yarım elma gönül alma değil bak kalır işin yarım.Anan arır karın, yora künyem gelir kalın.Kıra siyasarın, ne son otu aldım satın.Satın biri bana çatın, her an bende varım.Kafam iyice iyi, gel sakın çalış yapın iyi.Yapım kolay gelsin, basın satın, malı iyi.Başım yalnız kalsın ama gey geç yalnız değil bak.Maritana, matinede makinalı c.Çok hokka bası, alkolit ve küfürbaz bir c.Sade küfür kalsın diye şükür edeceğin.Şöyle buyur lütfediğim, ümidi keseceğiniz.Ben de düşüneyim yarın kimi keseceğimi.Beslen hadi karga olsun, gecko oldum haka.Arpa ekçem dedim ama çıktı Mario Vara.Ha şu ana kadar hepinize gecko oldu bu ara.Gangsta, Rara, Tuana olsa yılan gitmiş yuhana.Eğme zengin gönül, eğme zengin gönül neyse ölüm.Bu keyiften zevki gelin, farka farkı beyse ölüm.Feyzo Kibar ama sikti bugün kanlını gerdi.Hem şu brakaya hasteyim, motherfucker I'm here.They say I'm happening like Big J in two pack.Andre 3000, what is Erykah Badu at?Huda, Huda said they gon' be little wine.My name ain't big but I keep that flame night.Huda wanna do that boy, I knew that you that.And I be this you, now you got loose bowels.I don't owe you like two fowels.But I would like for you to pay me by the hour.And I'd rather be pushing flowers.Than to be in the pen sharing showers.Tony told us this world was ours.And the Bible told us every girl was sour.Don't play in the garden and don't smell her flower.Call me Mr. Carter, Mr. Lawnmower.Boy I got so many bitches like I'm Michael Lawrence.Even when stuff on me, see she couldn't doubt me.Motherfucker, I say life ain't * without me.Chrome lips poking out the coupe, look like it's pouting.I do what I do and you do what you can do about it.Chaka turn a crack rock into a mountain.Damn it, don't you compare me.Cause there ain't nobody near me.They don't see me but they hear me.They don't feel me but they feel me.I'm ill now.
