[Intro] [Verse 1: The Walkman] Walker I'm not big on dragging it out My wealth isn't worth bragging about Not even close if you add an account Actually, it's almost a tacky amount Five more cents ingested through the mouth Would leave me with a sum that's irrelevant to count Ouch! And I hail from the deep south, STL And my room says "keep out" So just write that down as my address K-E-E-P out Keep the peace, please And you can eat these nuts as a tasty snack But without balls, rap wouldn't take me back That's like giving Dwayne Wade a job When he's slow as hell and his fader is off Cause all I'm about is gall Ever since I gave it all, the Walk ways Y'all all wanna ball like Pau Gasol But when I sent the call that y'all all evaded No explanations, y'all all can save it When I make it, you deserve sh** When I die in a high-rise over you, b**h [Outro]