(Intro)
It ain't just about the money
It's nothing

Ayo what it's about?
It's about $#&@in those skeezers like that right there
'Cause if I'm sorry you fly $$# clothes

And it's never gonna be about nothing
Told you bout a ^!$$% like me


(Verse)
Hey yo that %#@! it's getting critical
You ^!$$%s getting pitiful

Thinking minuscule
I think they think I'm in the school
No, I'm in the school and these foolish ^!$$%s who bend the rules

If you don't want the ceiling to cave in you gotta bend the roof
Bend the truth to make a straight liar out of crooked ^!$$%
In my hood and BK's buckin but I ain't a Brooklyn ^!$$%

Look here ^!$$%
You girl look here 'cause this the look here ^!$$%
It's magic

You get no looks here ^!$$%
No, it's magic
You get no looks, here ^!$$%

The pebble's in the pond, only on yo first ripple
I'm Jordan's first dribble, Larry Burr's first triple
I beyond you ^!$$%s, a bionic rider

I'm tiger with the ion, the eye on the tiger
An icon ^!$$%, hickin on the sun
Snappin early like I told my ^!$$%s, hike it on the on, hut

And before you get a hut 2
I'll hunt you down and even show em that you're hut too
Speaking of hustle, your (*##$ just get to the loose balls

Took er to see Jaws 2 and she gave me them 2 jaws
But my man gave me them 2 jobs
The purple that had us doin circles like we in new cars

I planted a bomb, I'm bout to bomb planets
My plan is for you ^!$$%s to go into a calm panic
Lyrical arm bandit, bombs get yo arms bandaged

One palm, planning to get your whole arm handed
Back to you then (*##$ I get bad to you
As I'm bad to it in that Maybach and I back through you

You ain't bad as me, I'm bad for you and bad to you
Chop you in half ^!$$%, you'll happen to have to you
While having it happen to you

Do you have it at all?
I'm stabbing your doll and I don't mean crackers and black voodoo
I'm that doodoo, matter of fact I'm a rap guru

You crap poopoo, whack gugu, I rap coocoo
Who are you? Just a ^!$$%, I got a pryor part
And black on your track like tire marks

Attired mark, ^!$$% I don't buy your heart
You should go and buy a heart, try to spark a fire start ? er
And throw your book in the fireplace

Retired grace, fully bully, back in his cage
Packin the mack in the back of the get
How dirty sick this miraculous %#@! that happened to him?

Having them hits
Happy to %#@! on them rappers that (*##$
Choppin you (*##$, grappin them bricks, we'll hustle ^!$$%

Just hustle harder than other ^!$$%s
'Cause I'm for the ^!$$%s
This just don't make above it ^!$$%

Yea, I love my ^!$$%s
They might $#&@ you bummy rat
You know, when we with yo pool we never 100 back, whoa

No, homie don't say that
We whistling in the air, homie don't play that
Way back when I was at bumpin punch %#@!

Catchin every pun 'cause cannabis had dumb flips
Eminem killed Dre and Kim and his raps
It was written, was my favorite, I slayed it to my flat rhyme for buffy

And that ^!$$% gave me a deal
Then the feds came along and damn near gave me the chills
'Cause they took all my ^!$$%s, my ^!$$%s took to the streets

They our studio from us, they took my hooks and my beats
But now I'm hooked, I'm a beast
And I'm back and I'm better
I was becoming the king, now I'm back for the cheddar
Pay up.