[Verse 1]

Man, I don't know what they smokin'

Our rappers must be on that Lindsay Lohan

I think that snow bunny got 'em open

Your 'erb smell funny and I funny like we jokin'

Look, if it ain't about this money, don't approach 'em

If you do try and play, I got a K that can coach 'em

Pen game, poke 'em like an inmate enforcer

I'm for that, it's nothin' like a doormat, you're welcome

Huh, shout-out to Jadakiss and French

I got two French vanillas French kissin', that's a pimp

If my goon don't stretch 'em wit' the weapon, that's a ten

Little meth in your possession, that's possession wit' intent, bruh

It's a hard knock life, but we find a way

And we still find the time to write a rhyme a day

I'm tryin' to send my babies to college

Why you rappers babysittin' your pockets?

I want your life or your wallet

Brr, that's the sound of the roscoe

Mexicans is vatos, skinny jeans is flacko

That means I'm tight wit' you, I'm ready to fight wit' you

Please, and that don't mean I'm tryin' to be polite wit' you

Nah, see, I ain't even try and griped wit' you

So take your team if they ain't tryin' to lose they life wit' you

Back down while I'm puttin' this MAC down

But only for a limited time, homie, so act now

Bruh, keep it a hundred and a Backwood

Who else could think on an empty stomach? I'm that good

Far from the slave ship, just far from basic

Started from the basement, now we're y'all replacements

Rap star Belly, magazine, who sixteen?

Son, you all ready, headshot, all beggin'

Man in the myth, take a stand, any stand on the Fifth

I'm tryin' to hold it down, I hold the Clan

Get a grip, Lord, from this jump I got my hand on the ripcord

And I ain't tryin' to bite the hand off your bit Ford

Now y'all done got the Method Man on some rich border

I'm gettin' paid and I'm full

Y'all sheep for the wolves, we gon' eat 'til we good

Y'all don't speak when you should, ain't no peace in my hood