It's what you all been waiting for ain't it

You weakly entertainin

For me to get a hold of this beat

Go ahead claim it

I'mma bout to paint a picture

You niggahs go ahead frame it

Since we gettin sinfeld

With that jerry and elaine shit...

I flow far from medeocer

And if we talking cards I will fold him with the poker

You and your whole crew are like a deck a 54

So it's obvious ya'll be steady rollin with some jokers

And me? I'm rolling with some brokers

Like damn. can you niggahs get any broker?

I got my new girl so content

Just save yourself the ebarresement, don't even aproch her

Disguise your self, go buy a costume

I am making stock works, while you working stock rooms

(ughh) and I was praying I would drop june,

But label reps applying preasure to make them pop tunes

So I keep it rocking for pet sakes

You fake gangsta rappers a clecha

And if you ain't talking dough when you meet drake

I'll be in your face,

Like "no speak a la engliash"

Soon as you hear it you quote it

They try to be the one that I done left out the show with

But trust me I'm aware, and my cars right there

Is this interior enough for ya'll material motives

Cause if you like it ya'll shud stick with me

My money good, I ain't neva had to flip a key

Alotta ice, alotta cream like dickey d

Might cut the phone and disapear like mishy me

But I'mma try and have you on the trip with me

Slid in threw a harry bendale like it's slippery

And your ex mans a hatter oficialy

Probably cause he know I'm exactly what you wish he be

Yeah... that's the reason why he looking hard

Cause I've done snatched the chips ahoy out the cookie jar

He just made cause his gurls at the house

With her tounge stickign out,

Like a Michael Jordan rookie hard

Let me addrres this, parden me while I fix

A couple subliminal lines caught me in the mix

I guess he thought he could of been gotti in the flix

But at this point I'm just pocking a body with a stick

Now a days rapping is a childrens hobby

And grils keep telling me I'm still this snobby

I tell them myself who I am feeling probably

Just because I gotta buzz like a building lobby

It ain't a song that your ass finna skipp

I try'd to sell weed, give me cash for this zip

The way your girlfriend pump me up in the car

Seem like she don't really need no gas for the trip

Millionare shades, fade with the waves

I smurk at a niggah if he still rocking braids

That just let's me know that we ain't on the same page

And that goes out to every niggah except trey...

(eyy) I'm outta here baby, they asked me about the past years and how does it phaze me

I wudnt take it back, naww not if they pay me

Unless you betcha that's expencive cause it's not a?

Spittin a crock pot of bottemless gravy

The shit is so nasty, how is it tasty?

And you can probably find him walking out of a Macy's

Forget it girl, they just thinking how to replace me

Exit with a joke, leave these niggahs some hope

You put the yay beat and put that shit in a joke

Well... I'm thinking I should leave out on this note

Niggah keep your two cents I ain't trynna leave you broke

Life of a don, lights keep gloown

Come up in the club with that fresh shit on

Something crazy on my arm...

And heres another hit barry bonds