I got a vision like Cyclops
I look out at these little n***as sky box
These n***as can't see we get 'em eye drops
You lil n***as will never fit in my high tops
I get money, check my stocks
Never see time freeze, check my watch
Any competition n***a I mop
The floor with 'em the hippy say that I rock
Like Diddy say what, I can't stop
I won't stop no, my bros nah
That's why I'm on the grind till my bones pop
And my younglings getting sales like a phone shop
sh**, we all sin on the Lord's watch
I'm just trying to make a castle in this sand box
Ask around no marathon I ran blocks
I'm a wolf these little n***as is lamb chops
Lord forgive me I'm a sinner
When it come to that money I'm a sprinter
I need that paper dog I'm like a printer
Look me in my face you see the eyes of a winner
Them cars that you rap about we be in them
In the clubs too but I ain't even seein them
sh**, I got friends I can't see again
That's why every day I ball I don't need a rest
I do it big I don't need a kim
Eventhough I got a bus full of holes I got my seats in them
And tell my bro homles free fat n***a
First name "I'm" last name "that n***a"
The love is fake, the hate is real
I ain't worried about these n***as though my fate is sealed
I'm in a whole different lane on the highway to the money
These n***as in my rearview looking all funny
Audi in that audi like a nascar rally
The 4 ring king n***a just call me John Sally
I'm in and out the fast lane swerving traffic
These n***as ain't really I'll though Earvin Magic
And I'm feelin like Jordan with the flu come through drop 40
And there's nothing you could do
Respect for my n***as and they not your clowns
You wacked out, we backed out like a hospital gawn
BSB the team, n***a we the movie
Tell these n***as catch up is forth colder than losing
We on that u-haul sh** n***a we movin
sh** get fell right here we all shoot
Light up, dumb down the flow
Dim down the lights let my j**erly glow
I shine no pope, bad boy no hope
Can't ever say they f** me and then want some more
Better blues on my sack you lose you be dead
Like if I were still selling NBU's in the track
Battle head squeezing dead o I'm getting cheesey
If the feds taking pictures then I might as well cheese in
Cool it in the breeze on a beautiful cover girls
She gave me good head now I'm ready to f** the world
Married to the game so I'm the cheater who blocks
But these n***as got my name involved in all this gossip
Mob sh**, put a hit on you
My repercussion be the reaper getting grimm on you
Unidentified shoot a load grim on you
Rearrange face b**h little kim on you
No time for fake n***as
Acting like they all gangstas I hate n***as
I don't wanna be friends I ain't gotta do raps
There's bricks in my backpack, motherf**ers