I swear to you Lord

Same dudes used to laugh at me

See me in the CL 6 with Haffa B

They know that money begets money so naturally

Me and Haffa could blow a couple of stacks hassle free

I'm like fuck y'all haters on behalf on me

Cause I could flood the city with a staff of three

I'm talking me and two part -ners in that Caprice

With no copies made I got the master keys

And fast cars, fast women, fast cash and cream

Could mould you rappers like plasticine

I have to dream, but dog

Me and success are two things you don't wanna find your ass between

*Back against the wall like a plasma screens*

The inside of my wallet is pasture/ past your green

And you are now hanging with the asthma team

Sweetie catch your breath while I smash the scene

I should leave Earth, nothing left to do here

Everyday is Christmas and e'ry night is New Year's

Say whatever, I never been concerned about who hears

Call my town Sparta and I'm coming with two spears

I'm telling you dog, always got the spring collection in fall

I run my bill up making executives calls

And with me, women be building these sceptical walls

But once you slept with one dime man, you slept with them all, uhh

Family, money, and music is all I ever knew

My necklace suffer from depression it's forever blue

Cheer up baby you don't see all this revenue?

I started the game at level two

I'm sayin'

Stop acting like teen girls are my only market

I parallel the Flying +Spur+ +Tony park+ it

And it's cool if you spill suttin it's only carpet

That's why I get my interior colour only dark shit

Toronto's where you livin' today

And you ain't making records that people are driven to play

I would advise you to really make a move, sooner than later

Cause these are only the joints that I'm giving away

You feel me?