[Blue Pesos]

...real, this ain't a simulation

In the Ruler, bitch, we trust, the only thing to keep me motivated

Throw that beef on this big platter, nigga, I'll gladly take it

"P, why you do him grimy? He ain't 'bout nothin'"

You see the Mussle goin' up, it's called "innovation"

They could never be the Stincs, them niggas fabricated

Extort him quick for the uchies, fuck negotiatin'

I need it all, I need it now, I don't got no patience

The closest you'll get to bein' me is your imagination

Niggas always askin' where the bitches? Where the Ben Franklins?

A hundred songs in a week, I need a vacation

Shit