youz a bunch of haterz/
no hearts, nothing but fakers/
my ish is genuine like a game of new york bulls against the lakers/
i got two nines on my waist ertime im on the streets/
see my heart bleed after i bust a clip in ur moms face while shes asleep/
ya cats cant get me, yal need the fbi and cia for a**istance/
the kinda money that bought my chain can feed all peasants/
i dont talk to hoes/
i put their toes in my shoulders while im inside their holes/
this is mad for real, the kid cold like he fire/
oh did i say it wrong homes?/
dont get too serious or u might get a few bullet holes/
my content is too deep, like its six feet/
but it aint dead