[Produced by The Passion HiFi]

[Verse 1: B-Staz]

My arsenal's awesome

Will leave you awe strickin' and star struck

I guess you can do no wrong when you're on a pedestal and symbolic

Look at Mr. Peterson, acclaimed as a phenom

Even if he beat his kids he still rules the Minnesota Kingdom

He calls to child rearing?

His kids are afraid of him I call it child fearing

I guess that's the problem with the world now

Idolize some and forget what life is about

We choose what we wanna think

And block something's out so our lives don't shatter

My mind is over it so it just don't matter

I must speak facts

Cause haters label me like I'm a at a factory table

It all sounds like a fable to me

They say 'Staz you ain't a gangsta in your nice collar,'

But hater I never said I was, I'm still a balla

Never wanna be someone that I'm not

I haven't heard last call so I better take this shot and keep these bars hot

I guess the meaning of this tape is that I'll never look back

Relax you'll never hear that effort is a trait that Staz lacks

And I pray I'm not lying through my teeth

But I won't stop till I'm hanging' mad plaques

So step back cause I'm hot like Curry

And imma come with the flurry

Cause in this verse I talk about real life

Then listen up verse two give some dope advice

Finish the tape off with an uppercut like Kimbo Slice

[Hook x2: B-Staz]

Money don't buy happiness

And if you're not believing this then

One day you'll have to reminisce feeling' emptiness

[Verse 2: B-Staz]

And I won't ever relapse

If you doubt me better check facts

Or better yet, bust out the yoga mats

Cause you're just mad your girl ate too many Pringles

Who cares about bitches man, just stay single

Cause if I ever caught a friend on Christian Mingle

I'd say 'yo, that's just bad man'

It's the Bain of my existence

Now listen to this shit before you call me pretentious

Bail on that love shit at our age

You wanna be all tangled and jailed up like a pet in a bird cage?

Also this goes out to all the girls who think they need a man to be somebody

Fuck that, make something for yourself then men'll come running

And fuck that talk of being a trophy wife

Take my advice, if you do that shit how do you expect to be happy for life?

Remember money don't buy happiness

And if you do that shit you'll be regretting it

Cause you'll just be straight up faking and hating it

So get a degree, maybe one day you'll be sleeping with a guy like me

Fuck the two cents I'm giving you this shit for free

Looking out for all my girls in the 403

[Hook x2: B-Staz]

[Verse 3: B-Staz]

Coming at you hard; last verse

About to be immersed in Staz-tacular vernacular, don't call it preserve

Don't understand , read some of this in reverse

Hater, blow me, raw dog

Cause you're not up to par

I'll do more damage to you than Heatley did with his car

But I don't do drunk driving

Especially at this point when my stock is rising

You wanna get in but I won't pretend to be your friend

I got bars like I'm a Patriots Tight End

I'm not gonna be your kids role model

As I spit this verse next to an empty Bacardi bottle

I'm going out with my posse

My flows as rich as Versace

Rare like all 5's in Yahtzee

Like Drake post Degrasee

No fake shit, I'm gonna try honestly

Cause I got that talent

And when you got that talent you better make shit happen

I do it through similes and metaphors

It's all true though

Leader for my generation, call me Trudeau

This shits easy like a Steve Nash free throw

I'm not even close to reaching my plateau