It's me again crack in the flesh
Santana, baby i know y'all remember this
Yeah let's do it

A fucked up childhood, had me like damn
(damn) watching how I move, how I hustle
How I stand (yup)
Bad enough I'm watchin for the
Cops in white vans (ooh)
Then I go and cop them white grams
Pop! They like, "Scram!"
I'm like, man, I gotta eat somehow, some way
Soon, now, today, ayy, listen
Told papi, "I got cake to spend
I got eight to spend
I got a spot waitin for me
To put weight up in"
He said, "I like that! Here, pay for this
I front you that"
I looked, said, "Nigga, I'll be right back"
And I was right back, with that cash
Exact cash, like, "Look
Now I need twice that"
I made a vow that I wouldn't be broke
I couldn't be broke
And as a man, I shouldn't be broke (nope)
So I learned how to cook
Make a cookie from coke
Fiends love a good piece of cookie to smoke
And I knew that!
Now I could take ten of these
Easily bake ten of these
My whip game sick, mayne
Bring back slave memories
Kept those fifths with me
Better safe than sorry
I wasn't just gon' let no kid stick me
I wasn't just gon' let no kid hit me (nah)
Leave me on the ground
I'm tryna send those kids with me (yup)
That's just some obstacles you go through
In the process of profiting and progressing
They always tryna knock a man (man)
Sometimes, you gotta pop the man, drop a man
Another obstacle to stop a
Man from stopping you (uh huh)
I thought I'd never stop
Dishing the white out
'Til I was treated like a
Surfboard and physically wiped out
Then, I thought about all the
Shit I could write 'bout
All the shit my life 'bout
And quick got the mic out
So, be on the lookout
For a straight-up menace, ayy!
Nigga be, nigga be, nigga be, nigga be
Be on the lookout for a straight-up menace
Ayy!

Ayy! yeah, yeah i love it! yeah
You already know, you already know
You already know, you already know

I don't wanna hurt nobody, but I promise
But I promise if you try me
We gon' have to rewind this track
And make me go back, that thing'll go rrrat!
That boy'll lay flat, so flat
That Act' is what I perform, all you haters
Have me in all black, like a Oakland Raider
See, I know that game, I know them scores
If your wrist ain't broke
Then the world is yours
I'm feeling like Scarface, like the Cohiba
Streets reply
I look right in the four-seater
You know, I be I
Get right in the four-seater
Top floor of the Four Seasons
Four of them girls
And they all know how to cook it up
And, nigga, I got some
And only one know how to bag up, bundle up
It's a cold world, now homie bundle up
We ain't on this grind for nothing
We get our hustle up ayy! It's me again
Crack in the flesh get ya money
Back Like Cooked Crack Part 2 (you know?)
The first one was sorta like a classic
You know? (crazy)
There's a lot of politics and bullshit
(you know?)
But I am back like crack, baby (that's right)
So, be on the lookout
For a straight-up menace