No we don’t play fair
What time you want man we can take it there, yeah
Ain’t nothing that I really fear, nah
So much rack they might think it’s racketeer

Rivals holding bibles
Idols, they got rifles
Please don’t feel entitled
It’s all a cycle

Fooling dimes, I'm fucking with their innocence
Casso paint a picture of these actors since the renaissance
I came for my piece if you don’t come with it, you rest in it
She pop it for a nigga like she Eddie from that Limitless

Movie, I got no time to stunt
Doubled up the racks now they’re matching with my cup
Money doing laps, that's what you call running it up
Gotta make it rain like I came out of the mud
Wassup

Yeah, now we be chasing that Peso
Do what I say so, yeah
What goes around comes around I got a halo
These bitches made up I see it , it’s Clare
My head at the top , they kissing my rear
And oh my top, that shit disappeared
Where? I have been looking and I cannot find it
Fuck up my iris, yeah
Supplying these fiends I might get indited
When it comes to the crown I’ve dreadlocked it down
I’m busting these rhymes bitch look at me now
Cutting you off you running your mouth
We fucking it up you fucking around
Whores inside my room like it’s a stable
Giving them the goods
They forgot to pay the waybill
You can play with anything
But don’t play with my paper
Or we might fuck around
And Rob Dinero like Good Fellons
I mean Fellas, damn

We might fuck around
And Rob Dinero like Good Fellons
We might fuck around
And Rob Dinero like Good Fellons
I mean Fellas, damn

So much rack they might think it’s racketeer uh