[Hook] They say they love Hip-Hop? n***as not speakin' brilliant Plot my next 2 albums, they gon' make me each a million I just want the bad hoes, and I wanna reach the children Take all my royalties and go and buy a Pisa buildin' I didn't do my homework, still watched Rap City Seen y'all n***as ride around in them black Bentleys 10 years later I'm like damn how n***as broke? Then wanna try to hate on me? I'm like n***a "No" [Verse 1] Never fall in love with the game, I might hit and go Just take a n***a to the sto' when my Henn is low $100 dollar bill dice game yellin' 10 to fo' Westside, OPM 4 Life, yea y'all n***as know Gave a lot of music out for free instead of bein' sold But deep down in my little heart man that sh** is gold Shot my videos with my cousin, man that sh** was cold n***as couldn't tell me back then I wasn't Big or Hov Now they make songs with no soul just to bathe in gold f** it I know how the sh** go - I paid a 'roll You need to spend more time rappin' 'stead of makin' clothes You know I be out in Miami, bunch of naked hoes This year I might stay home, catch Taste of Soul Take a girl up to Kenneth Hahn to the Laker stroll Have a party for all my n***as, who ain't make it home Cuz hard times in Los Angeles? it'll make you cold So I can't sign no papers, we ain't in control I rather be back on Vernon, eatin' Pollo bowls Real hood specials, 4 dollars and sh** We talkin' all street knowledge, no college and sh** [Hook] [Outro]