I drop dimes- like I was a bank teller
I pop nines- old yeller, young Rockefeller
papa tell ya, when I was young momma warned Wreck
I pick bones clean, pick chickens- call me corn fed
no K-Fed, and I love girl on girl action- now what's becoming of the same sex?
spray techs, stay respect-ed, so nobody but me is affected
I, stay tested- pray and become blessed then
my confessions, like Usher- are bigger then the question
"Am I good enough", make it DEFAULT, that I'm wasting one's time
I POP off, but the gun is not mine
I get money, get sun, son- sometimes
do not question or become obsessed with one's rhymes
Still, I get bitches, hotter then T. Parker's
dumbfounded, it's dumb out, but I smarter
I fly charters, so get high Lidle
waiting for the world- but the world is my idol
but not "American", this world is my heritage
Irish & German blood for all Samaritans
check the cash- Jersey is where the best is at
Budden, Just Blaze, Wreck- don't disrespect where I'm at
or where I'm from, what I've done like LP
wait on my LP- I'm just being patient, don't sell me
getting healthy, getting ready & flipping wealthy
The booth is Phoenix summers- it's getting hot like Nelly
Bump...