Minnesota Fats

I met my baby at the shoot em' up movies
Flesh wound
I got blood on my Coogi
These hoes dirtier than dollar bills
And get around twice as fast
We out to Arizona like we play for the Diamond Backs
In the Tercel Wagon 84
Going nowhere fast
Or somewhere slow
With expired tags
And two bows
I'm in Taylors
Hitting back roads
I'm just slow rolling this earth
Like I'm lac whipping a backhoe
Wise beyond my years
I could give advice
fronted dog a half p
He tried to pay me twice
But I don't backstab
That kind of shit could cost you your life
Sticks balls and racks
I think I'm Minnesota Fats
Even your family might be a rat
Turn your head and they steal
Your sack
Their stomach hurts so they're looking for a purse to snatch
I'm scared of what I'd do
Because I'm fucking crazy
Only reason the bitch alive
Is cuz Brenda had a fucking baby
This the kind of shit of shit that made me
Nah this the kind of shit that makes me
Niggas die everyday B
The shit don't fucking phase me

All I want is mines
Focused on my ends
Keep an ear out for their lies
an eye on your friends
Fuck breasts and thighs
Does she have bread to spend
Is she getting high
Chatting with your mans
Look that bitch in the eye
Ask her what's the plan
If she looks dumbfounded and surprised
cut her off and don't call again
Need a bitch that's gon' ride
Until the end
Some shit gon' hurt your pride
Take it on the chin
Niggas thought I died
Or I was doing 10
I was living life
Becoming king from a prince
Truffle oil my fries
Lobster with the shrimp
I got money on my mind
Time to hit the gym
My Momma knows I'm alive
It's either sink or swim
I really shouldn't drive
I got flicked again
Jesus cries
whenever I touch the pen
I remember a time
When I said I wouldn't rhyme again
God visited me that night
And said Scotty it's a sin
He looked to his side
Said them other cats don't sound like him
My Daddy said you right
And gave me a grin
He told me close my eyes
Anointed me with Gin
People fuck with my rhymes
But I do it for my kin