Niggas think I'm soft cause now I'm in the rap game
 And I don't hang out as much
 Bang out dope cuts
 Standing on stage and I'm grabbing my nuts
 But when it comes to getting in a circle
 I'm hitting sevens turning broke niggas purple
 Looking for Little Joe and the dumb nigga scream and choke
 When deuce deuce hit the floor yo
 Now which of ya wanna fade the twenty?
 I'm turnin your fat pockets skinny
 Ah yeah I'm shaking the ivory
 And boom it's like they die for me
 Fool you can get loud, get mad, hit the joint
 But don't forget my point
 There it is yo
 I put my Nike on the bet so it won't slide
 Money gone cause I'm never hitting deuce-five
 I'm never hitting four-trey no way
 You wanna leave but come on hoe stay
 Nigga see but that'll work
 Poppa needs brand-new shoes and a sweatshirt
 Fool you can't even fuck with that
 And now that I'm winning I gots to get my gat
 Cause I see your homies starting to look
 And broke motherfuckers they make the best crooks
 And I'm feeling like a baller
 Bucking fools now the circles getting smaller
 Now you wanna go and scheme
 Punk niggas like you just love to triple-team
 So I pick up my money and start walking
 Cause now I let the gat start talking
 Now since ya'll lost you wanna go out like a sucker
 Take that motherfucker