Chorus:
All I gots is my balls
And my muthafuckin word/
And I don't break those for no one
So I'm screeching on that curb/
goddamn I hate this song
But I'm riding around and I'm gettin' it/
With my volume turnt up
Middle finger to all my critics bitch/

J.Mandela:
Ahh day to day
Around the way/
People say
Yo Jay
What's the deal/
I see you grind and all
But this music shit ain't for that real/
Turn gay
Maybe have a sextape/
Be a nigga
Please don't educate/
Fornicate with these hoes
Until the bed breaks/
Bad like RiRi
Get that cake/
Cake
Cake
Cake/
Money cash hoes
O na fuck that/
Heard it all before
Before I was put on/
Copping blue dreams
Lost in my zone/
Live on a cloud
Come to my home/
Overlook crooks
just for that jux/
Never give pounds
To niggas that frown/
Money breeds clowns
And hoes goes down/
She wants to get high
igh/
I roll the sticky so we could
fly by/
Head to tele
So we can occupy/
Smoke some La
Always elevating till I die/
Shorty had to ask
About the crew/
Once was 4
And now it's 2/
Before a show
And out the blue/
I hope you get a fuckin clue

Chorus(2x)

Rashid Amir:
I be on thee throne
I don't even write these songs/
I let these songs write they selves
Then I just recite they poems/
I be on another level
Smoking kush where I be zoned/
In the Bush where I belong
Wifeys home
She be Mary, I be Bong/
I be gone another pattern's lost
Freestyle it all because my pad is gone/
Don't be mad at all, I had to hone
I had it all though I have no home/
That's food for thought, and I never starve
If I was born rich, then I'd never charge for this/
Even though my spit be marvelous
Even if my shit far from fraudulent/
First off I got it made
Verse is on in its highest grade/
Got engaged to the finest thing
Inducted with no diamond rings/
Hip Hop was this goddesess name
Hotter than flame I got it tame/
I got a dame that's flier than fuck
When she's tied to my name
So compliment game