Yo

Yo You could never see me with the dough
Driving down the strip I'm headed to the studio cause I go
You could never see me with the Flow I killed him on a track he never made it to the Show
I didn't mean to kill him but I had to let him know that if you fuck with me you probably Never see your kids grow
And that's fasho smoking dro at his funeral I'ma light it up fast but I hit it real slow
You can never stop me when I'm on a mission and I wake up every single morning just To feed the children
Everybody looking at me crazy cause they know I'm wit it let me take a breath and I'll Finish in a minute
Fuck it I'm gonna be the one to bring the ruckus I'm gonna make you sick to your Stomach
You'se a motha fucking puppet
Everything I do is for the public I'm the motha fucking count and my wife is the duchess

Second verse better than the first I didn't mean to shoot him I just had to see if it hurts
See what happened was I'm chilling wit the cuz in the cut and I shot him in leg just to see If it works
Hunnies in the club I don't care if the flirt I don't care for a dime or what ever they worth
I'm an asshole like a ten pound bag of dirt so what does that mean for everyone that's Living on the earth
Do not get it twisted I'm no mother fucking angel I will put you in a leg lock like Kurt Angle
When I killed the game you know I had to hit it at an angle now there's bruises round the Neck like the mother was strangled
Killing everything that's in my path if you fuck with me I guarantee you probably won't Last
If this is what I gotta do to make it to the cash I'ma curl yo ass up and I'ma throw you in The trash

This is what I gotta do to get up in it every day I'm winning in the city of the sinning
While I'm chilling with the villains we just gotta get a feeling If you raised on the east but Your hands in the ceiling
Let me be a boss like I'm destined to be All I cee is money when I'm whipping in these Streets
East Side LV Suade Swiggiddie Gee I be Drinking hella lean rolling nothing but weed
You ain't a killa like the dude Gee Suade Don't trust no hoes don't give-'em leeway
I just racked a couple bodies when I popped a couple mollies smoking weed getting Head swerving down the freeway

I be eating beats for lunch and the gun comes equipped with a pack a punch
I don't rap for money I just rap for fun and if you want the beef I could bring you some
Wait till the end when the song is done
I won't smoke you out cause I don't have none
But if you listen real closely you can hear the homies in the background singing low-key
Smoke me a couple of blunts don't give a fuck we just a couple of cunts up in a rut
I just fucked me a couple of sluts up in the butt now I know what it takes for me to get a nut