Verse 1
Uh, Let me show you what it be 'bout,
I don't care what they doing I am on a cheese route
, All I see is dead people, prezzies what I dream 'bout
, So I make G.O.O.D Music, tryna get my Dreams Out,
I'm, influenced by the dopeness,
I'm a, New York player, nikka I could coach ya, Word to Shuttlesworth I play the game like I'm 'sposta
, So for what is worth, I'll grind 'till I'm under dirt uh!
Hook
Verse 2
God of Flows all hail, spit heavenly flows,
I froze hell, spoke braille, watch the flow sail
, Now I'm looking under couches for pennies, my dome peels
, This sh** speaks for itself, b**h I'm so ill
, But yet so gutless,
Go head and freebase my lyrics all up in public,
d**h is around the corner, them d** pitched,
So stay on grind for dollars, them Cheeseburger Wallets!
Hook
Verse 3
George Yung with the Blow, do I feel 'em? Nah
, Feel like O.F.dubb (W).G, I'ma k** 'em All
, Dealing raw? not really, that's just how my sk** is ya'll
, Spitting hard, I wanna die counting a milli dawn
, That way I buy my way through Heaven,
Like Lord I'm Big Pimpin' with 7 Mac 11's,
Gorgeous hustle, get it from the muscle,
Middle finger out the wallet, b**h I'm screaming f** You!
Outro