I've been $#&@in' with this game for a long time (long time!) - and I'm impatient!
I'm a kill somebody if somebody don't make me real rich this year! (this year!)



For starters, I'm all about the bread (about the bread!)
I ain't no artist, I'm a target.

I'm like the landlord; Hip-Hop's currently fallen down the stairs
YOUR RENTS DUE, MOTHA!#@*A! (MOTHA!#@*A!)
Now who gives a $#&@ about who's bars the hardest

When the DJ's think they're bigger stars than the artists?
Ridin' around in Ferrari's doin' more A&Rin'
Than the A&R's, half them ^!$$%s don't need even scratch.

That's like the blind leadin' the blind leader.
Hip-Hop is like the FBI in trap readin' the Don Diva.
It makes no sense, it's - I-ronic

How I can straighten you even though I stay so bent.
I'm about gettin' INS! (INS!)
Everytime my money's on Hip-Hop; that's every time the house ^!$$% wins!

Flood in the drought, love in the club, Crip/Blood, gun talk;
Ladies and gentlemen! - Hip-Hop in one bar...



I've been $#&@in' with this game for a long time - and I'm impatient!


I'm a kill somebody if somebody don't make me real rich this year!



Where my money at? - Where my money, ^!$$%?
Where my money at? - Where my money, ^!$$%?



I put a cease and desist on this industry %#@!;
Me making a friend means I'll just make a' enemy quick! (quick!)

When ^!$$%s think they finna be big, their images switched
They go from gettin' beat by a ^!$$% to sweet to a cinnamon whip.
They actin' like they got the Vanna White in "Wheel Of Fortune"

But actually they spillin' the script!
I tell the - DJ to play mines or we gon' spray ya;
And that's on every MC's mind, they just don't say it! (say it!)

I flame spots. - My brain lies and the top is on fire;
How you gon' say Nickle Nine ain't risin'?
Rappers no longer have to be on the block lyin';

You get your $$# whooped on the net, you a pop icon! (icon!)
I spazz like I got the white rhyme;
I flash like I shot Nikon.

I call my mother$#&@in' man my money, so money stand out;
While I got my mother$#&@in' hand out!