(Intro)

Yeah (yeah, yeah)

Uhn (riiddee) Yeah (yeah, yeah)

Ride (ride, ride) (hahaha) uhn (yeah, yeah)

(chea, chea) uhn

(Verse 1)

You niggas had ya turn it's time to step aside

Give my thanks to the lord I put my blessings high

The first time I seen a brick bull I was mesmerized

Still hand to handin’ ambition to get an extra 5

That snow white that shimmered what my connect supplied

I love the thrill of the hustle that shit's electrifyin'

Put in my own footwork bitch I deserve trophy

Don’t want you niggas around me if you don't really know me

Turn dirt into gold descedant of King Midas

Paint pictures wit' words compare me to screenwriters

A mix of Oscar Micheaux and Francis Ford Coppola

Apollo reincarnated I deserve a sculpture

Murder thy enemies in cold blood

Thought I told y'all before that it ain't no love (Shonuff) (hahaha)

(Hook) - Sick Sinatra

I got some enemies (I got some enemies)

And man they hate (you know they hate)

Ooh It must be my energy (you know it's that energy)

'cause everyday that I wake I get that paper they chase

And ooh they don't like that (they don’t like that)

You know they don’t like that (you know they don't like that)

Yeah they don’t like that (they don't like that)

Said you know they don't like that (they don't like that)

Yeeaahh!

(Verse 2)

I ain’t got time for you niggas fuck the friendly shit

'cause truth be told these suckas haters and they envious

I ride my own wave my own Jet Ski

I drop bomb after bomb Im George Metesky

The inner workings of my syndicate so intricate

But plain and simple we ain't interested if we don't benefit

Run the game for a decade Im Red Auerbach

Never waste a second we can't never get an hour back

Sick of these niggas word to Sinatra

Might put a clip in these niggas word to the choppa

The mindset of Rockefeller Andrew Carnegie

So fly Ima make these bitches have to Charter me

Murder thy enemies in cold blood

The Marcus Garvey that sold drugs (it ain't no love, nigga!)

(Hook)