I was little on sum money shit like yo fuck class/
& Im still on sum money shit like yo fuck ass//
I dont want shit 2 do wit it, if it aint bout cash/
Im tryna eat b4 da food gone fuck being last//

(tightin up)

VERSE III


If i got 2 shit on a hunit(hundred) niggas just 2 get on/
fuck a gun a cock back my tongue & get my spit on//
just visionz//
dis humble kid aint playin no more/
clap-clap come on down now, lay on da floor//
your jewelry, drug money guess what im takin it all/
1(one) false move, guess what im brakin u off//
shit iz real in da field niggaz kill 4 da cash/
bag-up, hit da block steal 4 da cash//
break windowz, climb through 2 steal 4 cash/
neva go broke long as i got my steal & my mask//
i got no love 4 u niggaz, just slugz 4 u niggaz/
no discussion im bussin puttin da pump on u niggaz//
u niggaz iz madd dumb, so how u gonna hear dis/
datz why u have no other choice but 2 feel dis//
like a royal rumble, either u win or u loose/
mysteriously humble, u get pinned then u snooze//



lol diz shit iz fun, itz nothin, ayo make sure get at VERSE II=OPEN MIC, THEN VERSE I im whisperin=emcee intro, then graduate 2 dis, get at me.

oh yea dont bit or steal shit im bout to copy this down & mail it 2 myself so its copy written, yall think im playin im tryna eat undefined