I live my time, on a mission to shine, top bottom, front and side, let's go Some stunts with me, and I don't look third stream, full crown, son of a gun, uh Gotta, gotta get, gotta, gotta get ready, big boom on the spaceship, checkin' ain't no patient I'm the lady, where I pour out the bacon, both sides of the matrix, and they call a patron Tellin' me my arrangement, all night in the basement, day, day, day Allegiant to the bull***, million rock away from the tourists Call me Mr. Killer, pussy too quick, Maserati, Bobby, what a new chip Bull***, checkin' ain't cheatin', you bastards Walkin' live, pimpin' with some pimpin' in the vetter, shatter Rockin' in the show with my peppy, eatin' watermelon in the morning, watch him on it, on it Every day the same ***, plottin' on the pockets of a lame bitch Eatin' my chili with some cool whip, blue face, honest in the cold ***, new *** Just plays with AKs, always makin' face, and gettin' paid, never late, and leave no trace Mackin' for the carriage with a lot of passion, solo missions in the city, music blastin' I love my pride on a mission, just shy of talkin' bout him, sweatin' time, that's good Some style with me, a lot of work, 13, 14 pounds to the heart, ooh Gotta, gotta get, gotta, gotta get with it, big bulls on the spaceship, chasin' ain't no patient I'm the lady, she wear the *** like a baby, but I am the matrix, and they call her the patron Let it be my arrangement, all night in the basement, day to day Levin' in a Phantom, smokin' greener shots, hopin' away from bastards Homie, flock the magic, stylists keep me flashin', but your boy classy Rhymer jeans swaggin', 40 Cal packin', never say never, grindin' any weather Always keep your head up, fuckin' get your butter Learn from all the fellas, stay away from passin' Lotus Smith & Wesson, fill your body with melon Hold your dick, you tellin', I'm a fuckin' legend Walkin' round with angry alligators yellin' Smellin' like a witness in a hurry, baby Everyday my forte focus on the present Make your best move, your best move, but never ever Win and die, shoot it up, I promise you'll feel better Keep your head on the swivel, nigga, get your bread up Hundred miles of pimpin' on the mission for our fast buck I love my wine on the mission Just shot five bottles, what time? Let's go Some studs with me, a lot of wood Burnt tree, four pounds of the heart and bones Gotta, gotta get, gotta, gotta get with it Big boobs on the spaceship, chain ain't no patient I'm the lady, she *** me with the baby Botox and the matrix, and they call the basement Sendin' me my arrangement, all night in the basement Day, day, day, day