N**a in music, the greatest to ever do it
These crackers be talking like I ain't a menace, I kill and forgive, I don't stress over vengeance
I need me a boat house somewhere out in Venice, I'm eating baguettes and I stuff em' with chitlins
Fancy and ghetto, you know how that work,
Weight on my chest, that's a bulletproof shirt,
Crooked ass crackers want me in the dirt, but boy I'm done with talking, let my gun converse
Star like Chuck Taylor oh my, did I say that
Crackers be all on my wave, like a wave cap
That .40 and .30 make excellent payback, can keep
your two cents, b**h, I already made that
You make a million and buy you a house, I make a million and buy me a chain
F**k being frugal, that shit ain't go last
Sushi get strapped for cash, he just go rob yo ass