I know one nigga
two nigga
three niggaz think they can see me
but i can name my compotion on my pinkey
the rookie of the year so dont come at me
you looking at the quickest way to f*ck up your carrer, ya
you only agravating my ear
addin fuel to the fire
scattered views of a lier
its not the statements its the egos I admire
me and money go together like mosiqitos in a tire
I'm waiting on the day to see freeload and expire
I wear my outfits once you reload in your dryer
i got enough to last me, lets re-roll n get higher
I can pitch a lil change ill play ceelow till i tire
Got the, eye of the tiger, paitents of a sniper
heart of a guerilla hustle harder for the skrilla
plus im a last longer regardless cause im realer
spent the early days of my childhood around a killa, nigga!