Check, check, check. 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2.

Diamonds hang around my neck; the crib is all finished.

No love for these (*##$es I said this year is all business.

It is a shame that a couple of them are off limits. No offense to my ^!$$%.

It's just the industry small, we all lust for the same women.
You know the ones we saw before we came in it.


I know he ain't trippin'.
I know I got a couple things that Lil Wayne dipped in.
Ain't afraid to admit it: I be the same with it.


This %#@! is all about hits and misses.
The ones that you $#&@ and the ones you wife up.

Just don't let them $#&@ your life up.
Half a mil to perform, I can't let em $#&@ that %#@! up.
Plus I love the way my middle name looks when it's lit up.


Jim Moore got me dressing like a leading man.
A little favour for a friend when I need a hand.

Young Frank, suits cut right always.
Just got a couple Warhols for my hallways.


New verses crush the hood like I'm driving into somethin.
(*##$es on the kid like I'm Iverson or somethin.
Like a Sixer since I sold six eighty in my first.


Drizzy Drake, the only one that got the gift without the curse.