[Verse 2:Loaded Lux]

War scars from the boulevard

Scam after scam can't pull a job

Swear the God its like I'm playing in the bully's yard

Moneys off Track… Im just trying to get my ball back on

Tell me where I went wrong at?

I bought a Hoopty that I brought back

Seen the damages on Car-Fax

See my niggas get they jaw crack

Its a half a brick

You gave me silver dollar pancake

You short stacks

Cough that or coffin

Ain't no call back or auctioning with boss men

I lost ten but made twenty

?Staring at the centerstage, send me

Ain't a drop of lemonade in me

Mean for that green

I got a crush like Miss Piggy

Ima do part twos till I'm Lil Wayne's envy

?He can feel the game friendly all he want?

Im going line for line

Trying to beat you to the punch

While I beat you to a pulp

Orange Juice Simpson with the coke

How I start flipping and chopping them white bitches

?See all that? wouldn't leave a penny at the doormat

In and out, like a straw hat… Breeze through

Fall back when the floor pack

It's like I'm listening to Bobby, the way I play the Wall Mack (Womack)

?Sick from the format?

?Fist off the far rack?

Im all that, and a bag of Bontons

Don Juan DeMarco

Give her the cargo and the car go

Packing in the white like Harpo

So meet my Ms. Winfrey ?Pawn/Part? entry

She will ride round five the you semi (See me)

My other half

They cutting back on my momma staff

And getting gas in that Honda bad on her last

Type shit that make you fight with Niggas you tight with

Brought my dog like Mike Vick

I need my money right ?quick?