[Verse 1]

I wake up every morning, take a piss and roll some reefer up

My actions are outspoken but back then they didn't speak enough

Then I started speaking up

Now I make your speakers bump

Now I got the divas fiending, telling to me to beat it up

Now a nigga get more paper than encyclopedias

Hotter than 3 demons with fevers heating fajitas up

While trying to find out what the degrees is and see the meter bust right next to a heater that's steaming because it's heating up

That's like 900 degrees

And nah your boy is not a rat until it comes to the cheese

Then he falls in the trap, and it ain't letting him leave

Niggas say they have your back but turn their back on the team

And go, back on their word and right back on their knees, then go stab you in the back, like that's what having it means

That's that pussy talk, I don't know what half of it means

On be-half of my team, yeah we have to get green

That's that, half and half you know we have to get cream

I'm a mac, you late. And plus I make immaculate schemes

I keep, track of my dreams, Just to pass them with ease

Don't forget to tell your bitch that she can have some of these

If she, has a sister then it has to be three

Or I'ma have an assist when she gets passed to the team

Swish! I just hit a step-back on the three

Just a young nigga balling, ain't no practice for me

Young iverson, the livest one, like back in '03

Catch me bagging the baddest bitches there happen to be

Fill a backwood to capacity with bags of the tree

Half you rappers are sleep, bitch i could rap in my sleep

Only wake up just to lay these niggas in caskets deceased

Look like snacks and it just so happens I'm having a feast

They couldn't wait for the day to hear me back on the beat

So now I'm back on the beat, let me get back to my sleep, bye

[Snores]

[Verse 2]

I Ball 7 days a week and every week inside a month

My nigga sleep is for the weak and I ain't sleep in like a month

So Tell your friends come over we can kick it like a punt

And I'll just play the back cause I don't really like to front

Could be evil knieval, but don't really like to stunt

Your reefer on the D-Lo, my shit reaking like a skunk

And beef ain't what you want, keep the drama for the bitches

I'm the hottest, fuck saliva, this some lava that I'm spitting

Momma nah I'm not in college but I promise I'ma get it

I ain't in to penny pinching so I'm stacking bennie franklins

Commas in my bank account look like a lengthy sentence

And I keep my shoes tied, so I ain't tripping off these bitches

I just dick em, then I dip and then proceed to get this chicken

Fuck the bullshit, I'm balling like I'm Scotty Pippen, I'm equipping 90 clips and screaming fuck the opposition

Politicians popping shit but never been in our position

Besides my brother Onz I am the hottest nigga spittin

Comma, I'm the fucking bomb, can tell by how my watch is ticking

Comma I'ma kamikaze nigga I would die to get it

Comma, comma, comma, comma, comma watch my wallet thicken

I just have to get it with the cards I was dealt

I'ma get the shit and keep it all to myself

The car I drive, the Jordan's on my feet and the wealth, and if my bitch is cheating then she's cheating herself

I was the one who called you whenever you needed help, but wouldn't pick up the phone when I need it for myself

I'ma get it my own I don't need any help

Who gives a fuck if they believe you just believe in yourself