[Verse 1]

The people asking me, "Wayne, what's crackalacking?" I can't, kid

I ain't smelling out my ass, mama, I ain't shit

But you can't tell my mama that I ain't the shit

And if you talk about my mama bet I'm all in your shit

All of the things go to my mama 'cause she brought me in this

And ever since I never miss her, never called in sick

I go to work, I don't quit, mama taught me this

"You go berserk for that crib, baby boy, don't slip"

I'll murk you for them chips and make Frito Lay

I'm trying to come up on the fortress, split it 3-4-ways

Hey - Mama say, "don't let 'em see your page

Don't let 'em copy you off your paper, let 'em see yo' ok

And you ain't gotta do nothing but be your age"

But mama how can I? I will be so paid

She kept me with money, I keep her with money, she like

"Long as you investin' in something", I'm invested in her

I got my weight up

[Verse 2]

Pops passed, I had to get off my ass

Had to put it in little bags and get off my grass

Nigga coming at me sharp my ass

I'm just trying to play my part like Cass', smart like Taz

I used to carry off-white like cash

Now I tote handguns like bags

Ain't too much changed

Still pitch and give 'em a split or a change up

I never up and change, I just get my change up

I'm greasy with the game Joe Casey gave me; I'm an animal

And niggas hate me like rabies

But niggas taste this and lick nuts like ladies

I get ape quick and hit up like I get

I deflate the game and insert my dick

That mean I fuck the game, so fuck the game

I grind to the money, say fuck the game

Man, niggas wonder why I got out, I won the game

I'm a champion

[Verse 3]

And when I got paid, I gave back what I owed

So don't be mad when you see me in the Maybach or the Rolls

Making haters taste crack when I'm attacking the roads

Sitting so far back with the seat, I'm in the trunk with the coke

You know what's under the seat, I got the Combat 4

Gave a nigga one, bet he don't come back no more

Nope - it's Weezy F and the 'F' is for flow

I spit blood on a track, call me Dracula dough

I get it sacking, act like I came back from coke

Not guilty or Jesus, let Rabbit go

Wow, that's my daddy if ya'll ain't know

And I love him with every second my hard day go

Buck - remember when the bullet caught lil' bro?

Who you think got that blood up off that flo'?

Who you think made that boy come off so cold?

How you think that young boy come off so old?

I miss you pops