I mean I'm So-NY like a PS3...& I'm So Queens I should be King....nah fuck that...I'm good...but Young Nas??...word?...I can rock wit that.....PMC cuz he MC AeroMen Fly or Die u bastards!!!!
I'm that quiet nigga that relocated down south moved back up north to ball out & floss/& toss ya lil dreams of emceeing on the walls/of course you know..graffiti a nigga/but I rather be in Fiji or Tahiti my nigga/locals & tourists pleading for a CD my nigga/I speaks freely so it comes to me that easy my nigga/I mean I want the whole world I aint greedy my nigga/UH/you only as cool as the last dude u schooled/ya niggas is lacking knowledge no wonder ya lacking dollars/the flows grown up & yours seem a lil childish here's a hint (fall back) ya need a lil talent/stay acting violent fucking fronting with ya gun talk/just another nigga that won't make it to see his son walk/so fuck gun talk I let my funds talk/hand a nigga a tech & hand a nigga a check/real Boss like & wen my balls tight I calls Regina to see her cuz she a slurp em all night/& that's ya baby momz...I'm so reckless...and you gon' kiss him after this?...she say "Yes Chris".....
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I don't know where I really wanna go in life but I know ii wanna stay counting dough (echo)....stack bread
I don't know where I really wanna go in life Balling out...pulling tags off clothes (echo).....get fly
I don't know where I really wanna go in life but lord knows I don't love these hoes (echo)....fuck em all
I don't know where I really wanna go in life so right now I'm a go wit the flow (echo).....flow wit it
The game starts for a group of select niggas/past experience no recruits 2 select niggas/came up short bunch of bring a pen 2 a test niggas/while my check figures resemble numbers from Shrek pictures/Mothafuckas...the plans in motion the fans is open Phillz buzzing off no advance or promotion/hating niggas tryna "silance" the commotion/flipping my bars like coke grams when I'm quoting/u hoping...I bust my ass & hit rock bottom/& all I do is laugh hard now cus Gods got em/in his plans to achieve....his plans to succeed....taking meet-tings discussing me overseas/Nigga please only MC in my age bracket who body classic beats in a bag & say its practice/Relax bitch I'm on my way to the money....saw a green brick road now my feet the color of Kermy, the nerve of this dummy thinking he could rock wit Phillz/Shit, I'll have homie paying a doctor bill/its take lots a skill, to indulge in lyrical combat with a nigga that figured all the lyrics has gone wack/where the bong at?...where the tram at?...stuff dour mixed wit piffy & burn that!