[Intro]
f** these n***as doing?
Politically correct a** rapping a** n***as(Ha)
Sweet, don't it sound sweet?
It's Choosey
It's king sh** n***a(What)
[Verse 1]
Look, uh
Don't it sound sweet like
My piece on a compound off of the streets
We on that, on that common ground [?] kings
Its hard to see, how that profit went from talking up schemes
Master plan manifested, and they hardly believed
Excuse us we prolly sound crazy, pardon the dream
We saying that, just to keep this party popping at ease
And all along got my thoughts on monopoly
Product in the prophet, knock the game inside a box try stopping me
You seen me, I'm