I got a one track mind
On this runaway train
And your runaway doggie

With that runaway brain
I'm a baller and a player and she's all about the game
And I come to entertain

And she come after I came

Her name is Tatyana, or her name must be Christina

But when she get in to begging I turnt up like I'm felicia
Her name is McRamon but she sure ain't CRV
That's the type of chick I see around but do hardly

(*##$, I'm up and I'm running as soon as you start me
Fresher than Chewbacca Shakka
White, tall, starched tee


My wolves bark like trees
Talk like G's

^!$$% talk like me

I'm just rapping on the beat

Consider that I'm an artist
I'm there looking like the labels and (*##$es, I go the hardest
They're aiming at my wolves like they're feeling going to target

And you ain't gonna buy %#@!
I ain't surprised