Countin money all I seem to hear is Benji talkin
Hater we ain't conversatin it's just semis talkin
Used to be the boy
They said they have a penny on em
Now I walk around with twenty chains with like a milli on em
Lace up my boots, put on my strap
And go lookin for that paper I'm like "where it's at?"
They lookin at, I'm starin back (I see you)
Feelin like I'm superman
Every time I wear this mac
Monday, it's probably 106 & park
Tuesday, probably in the hood where it get dark
Wednesday, Probably catch me swimmin wit the sharks
Wit blood drippin from my shoes, these Lu's cooler than my heart
Let me out my cell, right back on the mission
Fresh from off a bail, right back in the kitchen
Who the fuck gon pay my lawyer
I got ???? with this ????
And like eighty grams of crack
He said the feds probably come for ya
I'm like "oh lord!"
Copper said I tried to kill em when I go to court
I hope they dont find me guilty, it's my word against they word
And I won't get a chance to speak
I caught my case with nine of my niggas, and I'm the only one they beat
I took it for the team
Even though I had a dream like Martin Luther King
Who thought that I'd be cover of these magazines
Cause I be spittin fire flow, I'm kerosene
Lemme talk to em
Fuck y'all niggas gon say about me?
My North niggas they don't play about me
South Philly niggas that'll spray about me
Pay q million dollar bail in a day bout me
Ain't gotta sound real, cause they'll tell you that
I'm on the top floor, I started where the cellar at
Self Made, Bitches!!
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