Yeah, I'm hustling all them quarters on that back block
Rather have four quarters then hundred pennies tell 'em to kick rocks
Where the stash at
Yo, this party whack nigga pass that
I cash that
Y'all ain't make it till' you run it back
All the shit I spit is straight facts
I'm on my paper talk, I'll moon walk to the moon and back
For some big gaup, fuck cops
I guess you can call this off the top of my head
Cause after this I know shorty giving me head
Me and all my niggas make bread
Call this a bad bakery, I burn bread, nobody's making me
All them years of not being fed, man this shit saving me
Caving me in
All this stressin' I should have a bald head
Call Mr. Clean, cause after the job there won't be no lead
Just a random body they found fucking dead

Let me show them who there fucking messing with
I be spitting in the closet (Real)
I be get taking over beats (Okay)
I be getting all this fire
I be getting all this heat (That's hot)
I be getting all this loud
I be getting all my dreams (These dreams)
I be getting all this money
Yeah, I know just what it seems
The cops coming and I'm running out the back door
Motherfucker what you looking at what's that for? (What)
Sianara use a comma, slice like that sword
Coming out your fucking mouth, like yous an actor
It's beast coast, we the illest of them villains
Put our hands up to the ceilings, we gon' make a couple millions
And we get it how we get it
Fuck yo' tracks I'll keep on dissing
How you listen and you glisten
Godlier than any christian
Yeah, I'm pissing all you faggots off
Blowing up so big (boom!), you gotta call the bomb squad (squad)
Thanks a lot, you be taking some time off
I be waking up at 6, to write another fucking song (uh, huh)
Fuck poltians I'd rather be illumnati superstion say fuck a student tuition
I'm on a misson
Getting all my nigga out of the kitchen
Whippin in whips
Say fuck getting shot and limping
Me and all my bros
That' all I fucking know
I never see red just green that means go
Fuck a Christmas handout
I get it on my own
17 years old and I'm grown
I'm grown up
And all these people looking at me
They be thinking I'm a thug
As I'm running right through the streets
And they taking a look at these
What you looking at bro?
Got my hand on some dough
Middle finger up and rest in peace, uh