Ayo, I'm done selling drugs and buying keys on consignment

I'm about to buy a lab and purchase me a lion

Drug money is sucks, I'm in the lux, drunk as a fuck

Be going hard, bitch ass your butt

But still, in all I gain I don't know no other way

I'm cooler than the M6 play

I run with drug niggas who ya one day

One pay, one K

Sun play, some spray

Half of these niggas underage

They came with the Purple Tape

Grape shit, some call it gray

I call it revolutionizing in the mix

My money He-Man now

Was shakin', don't fuck with them snakes

Fuckin' with them fix hustle niggas is gay

If that's your thing, cold play

Don't get in my way

We got hack saws that smack jaws, betray me

'Bout to get you more

What you in this for Rae? Chill

The official just late, give him his way

That's my nigga no big and give him his space

If they front on us, we frontin' back, piss in his face

Peace to the god, what's up?

Lord, I'm laid in the cut

Laid in the cut with a slut

Laid in the cut on the peanut butter guts

With a slut who Brazilian, hair to her butt

Denzel cool, standing at the stove like "woo! "

Whippin' that work like "woo! "

Ric Flair "woo! ", Ric Flair "woo! "

I'm penguin pussy cool

Sittin' sideways in a brand new coup

Fuck nigga, suck dick til you strangle

Therefore hatin' on a real ass G

Like me talkin' 'bout your ass got ammo

Say fuck your gripe wit a nigga named Mike

Fuck nigga, yea I'm a king in Atlanta

You don't wanna be a news story on the TV channel

Talkin' 'bout last seen in Atlanta

Bitch, I'll take your life, sleep good that night

Crack crab-legs in Savannah

I'm so Tony Montana

Nose full of coke, M16, all black hammer

Put coke in the street, in a week everything jump back

Sweet, sweeter than a can of Fanta

Polo, Polo head-to-flo' ho

I got horses on pajamas

Yea, late night I might take flight

With 3 hoes like my name Santa

Yea yea, I drive a Chevy and I treat it like a Phantom

I bought a '96 Impala and I named it MJG

'Cause we pimp hard and we pimp hard

And a bitch can't ride for free

Gone

Peace to the gods

Way to hit the breaks home, boy

You about to fall asleep in the car

Run a red light on me, motherfucker

I'ma pull the Chevy over and reach in the glove

Speak from the blood kinfolk

You don't wanna see my pen, no

You don't wanna see me unplugged

If I pull a 9 out, overnight I'll sign out

You snug as a bug in the rug

Get a buzz on drugs and chug a

jug-of-suds til I bust da' guts (Uh-huh!)

Man, I could make a deacon dirty when I speak

I'm murdering, I make a mean-mug and cuss

When I lean in the Cut - lass

It's this "30 ought 6" swingin' outta that window

Tires in the mud (Uh-huh!)

Got the soul of an old man, I can feel the love

So call me daddy, lay my balls on the Caddy

'Cause I drive 'em nuts

Don't follow and @ me if you ain't followin' rappin'

'Cause I'm about grinding, plus

These songs that I write got life like a sycamore tree

Let it grow tall, get thicker, more leaves

Til the boys on the blogs are losing hair

Well, let 'em go bald, just give 'em more weave

Yela's in the kitchen potpourri

Did I forget to mention I'm an emcee?

Did I have to prove it on BET

In a cypher twice, well, it just might be

I know

So, Radioactive had a couple of radio-attempts

But, I don't wanna be radio-active anymore now

Than I wanna jump off a cliff

This I promise

Catfish Billy, you can put Trunk Muzik in a picture frame!

You ain't gotta tell me that I made a mistake

and some of that shit was lame

But all I wanna do is say "fuck

that shit" and please accept my change

I was only tryna people-please

So people, please know my name

Now back to the metaphors

It's better for me to settle scores

instead of more self-loathin'

I put tags on toes

And like I'm in the morgue and I'm giving no pedicure

Set a store on the corner sellin' melanol

Set sail on a pale horse with a sword

Yea me behold, in a white Caprice classic

pedal to the floor

Flying by the seat of my pants

'Cause I need what I need

I believe that I can go achieve what I came to achieve

And I leave you and you with the new CD in your hands

Put it in, put it in, let the 808 fill that space

Any kind of high never feels this great

You can feel the taste, you can see that smell

You can touch the moon when you hear that bass

Thank God that I got this gift

damn right, and I won't shut up

Let the gray hair fall down like an OG

damn right, and I won't cut 'em

Man, I'm on my shit

Life is a trip when I'm jumpin' over cracks in the road

Say what you want to about this white boy

But I know the truth and rap's in his soul