I still got a mirror in my pocket
The kind of career I'm having at this age defies logic
I'm trying to get my wands up, stack my issue finger on my stapler
Or should I say pistol?
From the back where they made the word player-hater
Where they shoot instead of squabbling like hockey players
Fat-ass wad full of hunnids, I ain't got no sense
40 water, bring me up to speed, PM
Nice guys finish last and stay broke Bad guys finish first and push count
Ain't nothing new under the sun The gift of gab, God bless me with his tongue
In cahoots with the streets and the vocal booth
Solidified, documented, partner, I got proof
Mouthpiece, I got proof
Should have been a pimp I'm more than just a rapper, my nigga, I'm
an event
Nice guys finish last and stay broke Bad guys finish first and push count
From the back where they made the word player-hater
Where they shoot instead of squabbling like hockey players
Nice guys finish last and stay broke Bad guys finish first and push count
From the back where they made the word player-hater
Where they shoot instead of squabbling like hockey players
California ain't always sunny, California knows be runny
Might go to church on Sunday, then sail dope on Monday
One hand on the scale, the other went on the Bible
How'd you say that?
And the Lord to protect me from my enemies and my rival
Posted with my Bushmaster chopper, assault rifle
For those that ain't welcome, lookin' out the window like Malcolm
Extra-manish music straight from the gravel, that underground
If I give you the script, you bet not read it upside down
Man, I drink too much, I got two drinks
Man, I think too much, I got two brains
E45's a rally, man, I got two names
I got two chains, so I tote two things
Sick with it, click-dick like Wu-Tang
I'm the heart of the bank, the artery in the vein
The club was crickets till E40 walked in, I get it poppin'
Man, they was so quiet, you could hear a mouse piss on cotton
Nice guys finish last and stay broke
Bad guys finish first and push out
From the vet, where they made the word player-hater
Where they shoot instead of swappin' like hockey players
Nice guys finish last and stay broke
Bad guys finish first and push out
From the vet, where they made the word player-hater
Where they shoot instead of swappin' like hockey players
Man, it's the block, bro, sure, man, the ave, I'm a nap
The hustlers am, but they really live that
Run off with my sack and get your helmet cracked
How you gaspin' for air?
Let's go, let's go
Like an asthma attack, I'm from that 80s era
Where we didn't wear no mascara
Where we played by the rules and seldom turned on dudes
Anything can be diffused, any beef can be fixed
Long as nobody got knocked down, I'll try to *** your bitch
Some of my fellas so grimy that they ain't never been to a club
Some of my fellas so street that they ain't never been out of their hood
Whole court on the soil, not in front of a judge
Get down where you're mad, ain't no need for holdin' a grudge
My voltage, my speakers, my whole system got
Fonny, what kind of amp you got?
Memphis Mojo
Trafeasy, where you been, player?
It's been a while
Waitin' around for this real *** to come back in style
Nice guys finish last and stay broke
Bad guys finish first and push toe
From the vet, where they made the world play a hater
Where they soon start swabbin' like hockey players
Nice guys finish last and stay broke
Bad guys finish first and push toe
From the vet, where they made the world play a hater
Where they soon start swabbin' like hockey players
We'll be right back.