P.O. - By Any Means lyrics

[Verse 1: B-Eazy] I could give a f** if I sold one or one million, but I think you should/ Cuz even if I sold one, then my intentions were good/ And my intentions, you ask? Was to create a Dallas cla**ic/ So go cop another one and keep that one in the plastic (By Any Means)/ You had to have it/ All recorded, mixed, and mastered (Check the credits)/ B-Eazy beat up every drum on this record/ Who's the EP? Me!/ CEO? Me!/ sh**, who else than the muthaf**in' B-EAZY!/ The greatest moment that'll change your life, the second you hear it/ Is when n***as would go word-for-word reciting your lyrics/ And then you stop and just chill/ Cuz the vibe is so real/ Then you realize this music sh** ain't just bout a deal/ I'm leaving a legacy for my kids (unborn)/ Look what your pops did/ So even when I'm dead and gone/ My lyrics lives on/ Now that it's said and done/ and Dallas has crowned me the new Don/ Go spread the word/ Or you won't even get another record from me!/ [Hook: B-Eazy] By Any Means By Any Means By Any Means By Any Means [Verse 2: B-Eazy] My T. Jones told me "If you want a Benz, go buy a Benz"/ My pops said/ Don't call thses n***as your friends/ They steady try to outsmart you, and you a smart dude/ Finished four years of high school/ Know scriptures of the Bible and the street codes to survival/ I don't watch tv, too much/ Cuz it's too many gays/ And you won't see me in the spot, if it's too many strays/ I learned to flip paper, forwards, backwards & sideways/ I been a solo n***a ever since my younger days/ Therefore, I drank by myself/ Smoke by myself/ Plus, f** all your hoes by my goddamn self/ I'm the type I don't believe it, till I see it with my pupils/ (Now its clear) I get it, money ain't the root of all evil/ It's in the people, guns don't k** n***as, we do/ And some n***as can't stand, when I make more cheese than he do (Feel that)/ I'm strong enough to carry Dallas on my back/ And I'm sure the D.O.C., he can vouch for that/ Let's go! [Hook] [Verse 3: B-Eazy] I've been told that I'm the one by some of my closest n***as/ So I'm doing it for them/ But when I'm approaching figures/ n***as stab me in the back/ So I'm on a solo venture/ B-Eazy bout his stacks, for dolo/ No splitting it witcha'/ I'm fine/ Some n***as shady, I'm reclined, bumping Jay-Z, In My Lifetime, Vol. 1/ The City is Mine/ So if I'm occupied or too tired, to give you my time/ Just understand your boy been on the grind/ P.O. talk to them!/ [P.O. Spoken Word]