I know y'all don't see me on TV. Or hear me on the radio. But you industry brats. Better check Billboard and Pollstar. Before y'all get to cryin. About who get seniority at these shows.
Walkin down the street, watchin you, clockin me. Could it be because I'm magnetic, yet it gives me a fuckin headache. Cuz it's pathetic when niggas jump on ya dick and sweat it.
(Tek). This is the story of a place, that we call home. Where the kids pack heat when it's time to roam. Everybody's on the scramble, life's a gamble.
(Buckshot). Feavin ass, creepin ass, my man's black path, ease up off the Av.. You don't make me laugh, I'm dead serious to the core. Brother, you better check the shit I got in store.
I'm about to be a millionaire. Money on the street, like doves. Hustlin my lyrics like drugs, I find it bug. Muthaf**kas always gotta lock the safe, but they don't do jay.
As we embark, on Boom Skwad blunt rolling technique, 314. For those of you needing a reference. Please turn your textbooks to page four. As you will notice the diagram above you.