I came in the game wantin' more money then Puff
Now I realize Puff paper ain't enough
Now I realize Hov paper ain't enough
So my foot upon the peddle tryin' to meddle with this bucks
'Til the death of me
'Til ain't nothing left for me
Getting money, fucking ho's, nigga that's the recipe
Dream filthy pedigree
Niggas can't step with me apparently
Cannons like the armory allegedly
You better have mine when you see me 'bout that power shit
Ain't no I-O-U, fuck that vowel shit
Bought my dogs something, send 'em to devour shit
Send 'em for your lunch, for your dinner or your child's shit
You ain't 'bout this life where your manuscript?
I'm in front of the bike boy, I just handle it
I ain't one of them tykes boy I'm a big dog
I run in your bitch like a project vestibule
After me stretching you

And when she ask me what's next to do
I'm Jesus Christ decedent, bitch I'm just blessing you
I ain't running with bitches or fraud niggas
Better yet, I ain't runnin' at all nigga
The bigger you are, harder you fall nigga
And I don't think you gon' live to record nigga
The soundtrack to my life for y'all niggas
Truthfully I'm just living to ball nigga
Look here, stacks tall on the track, no roofie
Hashtag motherfuckin' I so do me
Eyes on the prize, let the success groom me
Pardon me the success might get to me
If you don't like it, fuck you, bitch sue me
I reside on the top, don't need a roomie
Shit, I don't need no curtains on it
Bitches call me King Twigg while I'm squirting on it
Doc Martin in the flesh, get to surgeon on it
Punch in, I punch out, I'm just working on it
All you niggas is memories, Silk Tha Shocker
You niggas broke with a Pene and no a la-vodka

Boy I got the juice, I'm the motherfucker truth
My starting line, 3.5, that's 5 dimes
Equivalent High Times, run it down with neon lights
I'm primetime, still tryin' fuck Deion wife, before 5'9
(Ayo 5'9)

Who you talkin' about? Pilar?
I came in to this game not needin' too much paper
Just a mic and a dream, then I ignited the scene
Never wore a backpack much but when I did,
I had steel in it, big as the deal I had
If y'all opening act niggas act hard
All rap shit, perhaps y'all can get the gat all access
We flipping Yao pack, like Pacquiao backwards
And we gon' tax y'all like Pacquiao taxes
I got a million dollar pissy ass mattress in the backyard behind the mansion
Next to a black car, that I bought with a Black Card
That's charge, we 'bout to bring back bars
Look at that logo on that Rolls Royce, that's ours

I've been a spaz, I'll spin a bad bitch for the dinner tab
In the rain and send a cab, it's a shame
Who bullets ain't got names, I'm shooting .762
Big enough to fit the first, middle and the last
Who wanna talk gun talk, my gun's talk loud as a perm, out of turn
It's Trinidad James
I handle business, banana clip, animalistic
I put my hands around your mama throat, twist it
Until I hear it pop like I'm opening up a grocery store can of biscuits
Then send your chick a random dick pic
You like a semi that spit and you missed me
You Abe Lincoln on a penny, you innocent and you history
Talk is cheap