Get the check in the mail, round about a buck thirty/ A trey on my cell and then ten to stuff worries/ Need Newport box and duece five on 2/
Too loaded down to just fly on through/Recognized at the pump, said they seen me online/ Said the lyrics was eh? and the beats was nah/
Said try boomin bass and a stutterin' high hat/ Shook my head, said sure I'll try that/ Everybody handin out quips and advice/
Tryin to front on the fact I'm white and mad nice/ Oh what must I say, how can I silence/ And not grab this pipe and resort to violence/
I ain't using swaaaag, or no damn two-step/ Just a smile, flows, and my crew brett/

Fuck you for supporting that garbage/ Wannabe hood goons that dropped out of college/ I could offer facts for days, but you'd call me a hater/
Then try and take me out with the fader/I say, I say, the game is outrageous/ Underneath, cloaked and closeted pagans/ But you don't get that do you?/
/Just go and buy another joint from Boo Boo/ Or Weezy or Jeezy, and tell me I'm too smart/ Or that I'm a elitist, and to play my part/
/I turn heads like seizures, for my art/ Son you like fetus, homie if you start/ Say make money, and just follow the charts/
I'd rather shoot dope and swallow my heart/ Grab the poison while I hollow these darts/ Play death, and then watch as you coddle the dark/