Check it out partner, I don't wanna see nobody out here from 10 to 2You see dude right there, you see dude right thereWe'll lay something down out here manI'm getting money out here man, it's meAnd ain't nobody gonna run me out of here manI got this late night ***I'm over the styleIf this rap *** don't work man, I'm telling youI'm over the styleTell me I'm just saying, I ain't playingI'm over the styleIf this rap *** don't work man, I'm telling youI'm over the styleTell me I'm just saying, I ain't playingI'm over the styleI'm in this rap gang, dope gang, time to push a cocaineHoping I'ma blow mate, one day, somedayPsychos in my mix mate, he say, she sayGossip like a bitch mate, all daySell a promethazine, hop in weed crystal methI'm over the styleRicks, independent rappers dealing with radio politicsAfter parties, merchandise, I shows in verse licksInternet and typing, tweeting, trying to strike it richFlushing with my bra, cause I ain't got a jawI ain't hitting them drawers, she calling me a dollCrapping and complaining like she going through menopauseBreaking out my windows, and scratching up my carI ain't got time for this ***, I'm way too solid for thisI got money to get, I'm about to fire this bitchI'm on parole, the government got my soulThey want me back in the beam, to shoot a pot to stoop the toiletBut I'm over the styleIf this rap *** don't work man, I'm telling youI'm over the styleTell me I'm just saying, I ain't playingI'm over the styleIf this rap *** don't work man, I'm telling youI'm over the styleTell me I'm just saying, I ain't playingI'm over the styleOver the stove in the kitchen cooking cha-chaOoh, a pickle joint, a pot of boiling wat-taAnd a Smith & Wesson 30 round chop-outMan, I knock a nigga noodle down with this pow-wopGotta do whatever I gotta do to make it throughCause if this rap *** don't work man, I'm telling youI got my house to feed fam, I'm telling youAnd hella bills to payAnd I believe in myself, my nigga, this nigga on his wayAnd ain't nobody gonna put my hustle to a hulkI'm trying to climb up the rope and wiggle my way up to the topI got bars for days, I'm dope, and the studio now I'm stuffedCan't let them sink my boat, cause I'm jealous they a plotI'm hella hungry and I'm starving and I'm thirstyPippa, my money so funny it's telling jokes about meIf I ever catch a break, I'm buying real estateI want the fame, the cars, the fattie, and the jewelryI'm over the styleIf this rap *** don't work man, I'm telling youI'm over the styleI'm over the styleTell me, I'm just saying, I ain't playingI'm over the styleIf this rap *** don't work man, I'm telling youI'm over the styleTell me, I'm just saying, I ain't playingI'm over the styleI graduated from a zipper to a birdieI'm over the styleI can't talk right now, I'ma do my hands dirtyI'm over the styleI'm a one dollar near for now, but hopefully one day in the future I'ma be a cash cowKick back and watch my money passBut until that day arrives, I'ma hustle till I rise, till I blossomIn the back of they mind, they know that I'm a proAnd once I get on, it's on, man, I'ma stay onLike a birthmarkLong as I play my position and play my part, I'm smartAnd I'ma stick with the same broad that I had beforeIf I make it*** a video host, she was down when I was ***Can't fake itI be rappin' my ass off, man, I'm a messWhen I'm gone, they gon' be sayin' I was the bestThat every dude that ain't got away with itLived it and had his way with it, in and out like the burgerSee, the po-po will let you grind forever, long as it's no murderLong as it's no witnessKeep it low profile, stay low key, they won't get off in your businessFake it till I make itAnd I ain't even got a crumpNow, if I don't look like I got some money, ain't nobody gon' wanna give me noneIf this rap *** don't work, man, I'm tellin' youI'm over the styleTell me, I'm just sayin', I ain't playin'I'm over the styleIf this rap *** don't work, man, I'm tellin' youI'm over the styleTell me, I'm just sayin', I ain't playin'I'm over the styleI steal and I robIf they don't give my ass a jobI'll slice three dollarsIf they don't send my assto townI'm tryin' to stay focused When I got eviction noticeI'ma do a nigga hit If I don't get these beatsAy, Bruce Man, I was out there on the late-night shift, manThis nigga 40 was out thereNiggas out there with a chopper and two runnersTalk about he ain't rappin' no more, man That nigga back to trippin'He over the stove?I mean, you know how it go This *** slow upNigga, I get back out there and make you do somethin'And you do know thatMan, a nigga out here eatin' chicken broth with toothpicks, manIt's that serious