Marcia Griffiths, my mind business
Steve Rifkin mixed with Genghis, nigga
Call my phone when real niggas come back in style
When the Rick Warriors and all the bitches thug sauce run out
We done heard all that word up, mom
My dog fightin', I murder trial
Can't wait to go cop that Rari and *** him when he get out
Nigga been 20,
die,
now my money ain't runnin' out
I see you niggas been on E doin' all that raffin' around
That * amazing,
though,
watch how low you gon' stoop to the ground
But as king of the underworld,
do not go no lower down,
bitch
Here I come,
here I go,
she get way too mystical I'm waitin' for the world to blow,
bitch
I be all alone with my sorrows and my woes and it shows,
yeah,
nigga
No matter how good I make it look I'm still just Kero's son
Overbooked,
underpaid,
and overlooked,
yeah But my soul still intact,
yeah,
that never
get bad Still swingin' wild,
touchin' my back,
nigga