I don't know why they keep playin', they better replayin', I'm givin' them the blues, Bobby Together we stand and fall on y'all, ballin' with my bloods, call it B-Ball These days ain't ***, young money is, I got Mars bars, three Musketeers Come through coupe, same color as veneers, and you know I'm ridin' with the toast, cheers Yeah, now I'm back on my Chris, and y'all's a bunch of squares like a mother***in' grid ***, *** with me and get hit, I finger-*** the Nina, make that bitch have kids Just do it, my nigga, I just did, ain't a mother***er deeper than me, bitch dig This here is big biz, and I scream, *** it, whoever it is I am the rhymin' oasis, I got a cup of your time, I won't waste it I got my foot on the line, I'm not racin', I thank God that I am not basic I am not basic, I am not basic Rockstar, baby, now come to my seat and get locked up, baby Rich nigga lookin' at the cops all crazy, that's that mob ***, nigga, Martin Scorsese He the close range, cause people are strange, but I bet that it get more than seven Keep your art down, you can't see weeds in our rain, I'm in the far lane I'm runnin' these ***s, hunnid yard gain, uh Swag on infinity, I'm killin' em, see the white flag from the enemy Shoot you in your head and leave your dash full of memories Father, forgive me for my branch delivery I would try you, I wouldn't lie, dude I must be sticky cause them bitches got they eyes glued Young money, baby, we the ***, like fly food Y'all can't see us, like the bride's shoes I stand tall like a mother***in' nine-two I scream, mother*** you and whoever designed you And if you think you high, then obviously you are lyin' to me We don't die, we multiply and then we come divide, divide, divide I am the rhymin' oasis, I gotta come from your time, I won't waste it I got my foot on the line, I'm not racin', I thank God that I am not basic I am not basic, I am not basic I thank God that I am not basic I am the rhymin' oasis Reporting from another world Magazine full of bullets, you can be my cover girl Let's got the weed rollin' thicker than a southern girl Strong on rap like a nigga did a hundred curls Rockstar B.I., check out how we rock And if this ain't hip-hop, it must be knee-hop I'm higher than a tree top, she lick my lollipop I still get my candy from your girlfriend's ski shop Spittin' that heat, rock, I'm smooth, not beat-rock And my money on Etcetera, Redot Still get a stomach ache every time I see pop You better run, mother***er, cause we not You better run till your feet stop You ain't even a ***in' alphabet in my teapot I am the rhymin' oasis I got a cup of your time, I won't waste it I got my foot on the line, I'm not racin' I thank God that I am not basic *