I got a vision like Cyclops
I look out at these little ^!$$%s sky box
These ^!$$%s can't see we get 'em eye drops

You lil ^!$$%s will never fit in my high tops
I get money , check my stocks
Never see time freeze , check my watch

Any competition ^!$$% I mop
The floor with 'em the hippy say that I rock
Like Diddy say what, I can't stop

I won't stop no, my bros nah
That's why I'm on the grind till my bones pop
And my younglings getting sales like a phone shop

%#@!, we all sin on the Lord's watch
I'm just trying to make a castle in this sand box
Ask around no marathon I ran blocks

I'm a wolf these little ^!$$%s is lamb chops
Lord forgive me I'm a sinner
When it come to that money I'm a sprinter

I need that paper dog I'm like a printer
Look me in my face you see the eyes of a winner
Them cars that you rap about we be in them

In the clubs too but I ain't even seein them
%#@!, I got friends I can't see again
That's why every day I ball I don't need a rest

I do it big I don't need a kim
Eventhough I got a bus full of holes I got my seats in them
And tell my bro homles free fat ^!$$%

First name ?I'm? last name ?that ^!$$%?
The love is fake , the hate is real
I ain't worried about these ^!$$%s though my fate is sealed

I'm in a whole different lane on the highway to the money
These ^!$$%s in my rearview looking all funny
Audi in that audi like a nascar rally

The 4 ring king ^!$$% just call me John Sally
I'm in and out the fast lane swerving traffic
These ^!$$%s ain't really ill though Earvin Magic

And I'm feelin like Jordan with the flu come through drop 40
And there's nothing you could do
Respect for my ^!$$%s and they not your clowns

You wacked out , we backed out like a hospital gawn
BSB the team, ^!$$% we the movie
Tell these ^!$$%s catch up is forth colder than losing

We on that u-haul %#@! ^!$$% we movin
%#@! get fell right here we all shoot


Light up, dumb down the flow
Dim down the lights let my jewerly glow
I shine no pope, bad boy no hope

Can't ever say they $#&@ me and then want some more
Better blues on my sack you lose you be dead
Like if I were still selling NBU's in the track

Battle head squeezing dead o I'm getting cheesey
If the feds taking pictures then I might as well cheese in
Cool it in the breeze on a beautiful cover girls

She gave me good head now I'm ready to $#&@ the world
Married to the game so I'm the cheater who blocks
But these ^!$$%s got my name involved in all this gossip

Mob %#@!, put a hit on you
My repercussion be the reaper getting grimm on you
Unidentified shoot a load grim on you

Rearrange face (*##$ little kim on you
No time for fake ^!$$%s
Acting like they all gangstas I hate ^!$$%s

I don't wanna be friends I ain't gotta do raps
There's bricks in my backpack , mother$#&@ers