[Intro]
Stuttering
Givin' 'em rest and makin' love again

In my best I be the run again
? them stutterin'


[Hook]
I'm getting this ^!$$% in the morning
He gon' takin' ? for just too long way

He see me in the evenin'
Want to catch alleys feelin
Well let me be the first to get mine


[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Ay yo, ay yo, barbeque and blow in the back of the crib

Sittin'and countin', smoking a spliff, this %#@!'s a gift
All my ^!$$%s watches is rough
Grabbing our crotches yelling ''What up?''

The jeans cost 500? $#&@
Stop it, keep baking, see, the smell it's a statement
One freeze of this %#@!, you won't feel your legs kid

I'm a gangsta corporate hustla, my voice is illustrious
Hounded by vicious dons, ^!$$% we armed, trust me bruh
The yellow chef, kill the plate with the cooks

I say 'Yay' with two chains on, we common, lets bush''
Burn another bush, then burn another we brothers
Love us or not, the Mark Zuckerbergs of the block

Hug your knot, staying rich, we was built for the guap
Park the green six deuce on the deuce just props
Rock a kilt, mean Glock I'm all machinery, ah?

Cling to me, now see how the scenery rock?

[Hook]


[Verse 2: Common]
I was born by a late chicken shack and a church

That mean the flow got wings and it come from the dirt
Golly, I know she wanna test the 'Rari
I on a dollar like Illuminati

Life is foggy, tryin' to see through the mist of it
Could have been livin' it, you was Mrs. Mischievous
This is just a letter to better your development

Situation delicate

[Verse 3: Pusha T]

Some claim God body, blame Illuminati
All cause his pockets now knotty as his hair
Yeah

All Sonny no Cher, only solitaires
You cluster$#&@s could cluster up
On tippy-toe and still not muster up so its

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
In God we trust, the game is all us
Til' the sky calls or its flames on us

Push

[Hook]


[Verse 4: 2 Chainz]
2 Chainz

I'm chillin' in my condo, flippin' through the channel
On my GOOD Music %#@!, my logo's a Lambo (damn)
Four doors of ammo

Ammunition I'm pitchin' to make your body switch another position

[Verse 5: CyHi da Prynce]

I hope the people is listening
I could never sell my soul, I gave it back to God at my christening
Its tickelin' when I hear what haters be whisperin'

What makes you think an Illuminati would ever let some ^!$$%s in?
Fake friends and siblings, like to wish you well but ain't never flip the nickel in
Haters wanna pull they pistol when they see me in this racecar

But you can't spell war without an A-R
15 I was pushing carts at K-Mart
By 21 they said I'd be inside a graveyard

Can't wait to get that black American Express
So I can show them white folks how to really pull the race card

[Break: D'banj (Kanye West, Kid Cudi)]
Yeah, you feelin' on top now, getting that money ^!$$%?

(You sold your soul)
Yeah, you feelin' on top now, getting that money ^!$$%?
(You sold your soul)
Yeah, you feelin' on top now, getting that money ^!$$%?
(Naw man, mad people was frontin'

Aw man, made something from nothing)

[Outro: Kanye West]
I treat the label like money from my shows
GOOD would've been God except I added more o's

If I knew she was cheatin' I'd still've bought her more clothes
'Cause I was too busy with my Baltimore- you know
Some people call that the Ottawa- you know
I guess it depends what you fallin' for- the clothes?
Cars, money, girls and the clothes

Aw money, you sold your soul
Nah man, mad people was frontin'
God damn, we made something from nothing