[Hook]
So you gotta vibe with the rhyme and take your time with it
Little rhymes in my mind, I feel them vibratin' (X4)
[Verse 1]
I'm not even in it for paychecks
But if it's studio time, know that I pay less
I'm 8 cents short of a dollar, that's '92
I'm trying to grab some RAW papers and face that
I'm safe s**, strapped up with a big homie
I'm pissed off like someone just pissed on me
I ball hard, ball hard, Cuttino Mobley
I must be joking, I run up clocks and hit the zone 3
It ain't nothing to my competitor
If it bleeds we could k** it like Predator
Getting green, yeah more green than Federer
Better get your cheddar 'fore all things are getting worse
'Cause I think we're at a standstill
These fakes feeding you garbage, like landfills
Dropping knowledge on there heads like an Anvil
Take an Advil, lay back and Chill..
(Hook)
[Verse 2]
Im in a low-pro fix
Nobody can see me in the old school whip
Backseat chillin' with the low-low tint
Packing cones for my bro, but it don't touch his lips
I was speaking as a dedication
From the moments of his resignation
Everytime I place rhymes on a line so divine that I gotta think of him to do greatness
I'm betting everybody hates this
Better yet, i'm betting none of you have made sh**
So why're you speakin', I will weaken any weakling any weekend any day of my shift, sick..
And I'm on to the next, comatose a victim by the german suplex
And I don't give 2 specs of this earth what you're worth man stay complex