In that soy sauce a day and I sit

Sipping sake with a slanted eyed bitch

She wondering how I get chips

I'm wondering do she lick pussy, can she suck dick

Blackberry ringing constant for the ghost writer

Killing shit without a resume...

Murder for hire

Bare witness to the birth of an empire

Diddy told me when n****s hate you they really admire

Couldn't help but feel inspired

I saw biggie in his eyes n***a no lie

More fuel for my tank street car desire

Let me ride till there's no tread left on my tires

And that's word to the chronic

Even though I'm smoking kush, I feel I gotta pay homage

Young Mohammed; being broke, something I can't stomach

So, I vomit when the money ain't coming

For the record, I ain't puked in a minute

Earl the pearl Spinning moves

Buy it all,fuck renting

As the judge hands down another sentence

Putting periods on n****s lives...

Getting paid, getting pussy, n***a getting high

I'm getting frustrated, cos all this wack shit is getting by

I guess they getting it, while the gettings good

Eighty per cent of all rappers end up back in the hood

And them n****s in cleats and sneakers...

Suffer the same fate; poverty pleased to meet ya

I let other peoples failure be my teacher

So I hustle like its 89 wheres' my beeper?

Street sweeper, get their brooms out

Leaving kids in your girls mouth

I let em run around her throat like when schools out

We at the W...

That pussy sweet

What a fucking view!

You know the hoes don't get to see the house

I make em pay for directions, pimp shit

Let them tricks spend and take em out

These bitches say I got issues... Magazines

With my face on the cover, make my ex's scream

Like the performer of Billie jean

I'm fucking with the doctor

Demerol in my bars...Detox

Though I left the roster

Fuck with the safe you gonna see the chopper

Plenty moxy; swagging out in Hollywood

Middle finger to the paparazzi, cuz I keep it hood

Get the picture?

If you don't, then you probably should

You don't understand cuz your ass never understood

Eating good till it turned into a food fight

N****s claiming they need money, but really need advice

Started with a slice then I bought my own dominoes

I thought my problems would up and go

With more money... more potholes in the road

A drop top will leave you more exposed

In the booth in my church clothes

Telling god what he already knows

Its my sanity I do it fo

Fuck the world till shes my hoe

Pockets on Rex Ryan on my feet bitch

Fetish for that lettuce, but I'm careful who I eat with

N****s will kill you at the table quick

Have you stuck upstream, lost feeling sea sick

To move forward you gotta get over the past

If not, go around, and tell bygones to kiss your ass

Toast of the town, but no champagne in my glass

Just blood sweat and tears flying high, hope I never crash

Cuz I'm just trying be who my father wasn't...

And represent for my dead cousin

I'm at the bank like fuck it

On my summertme grind

Stat Quo!

You gotta love it!