like a stiff blow, fuckin' up your program Ain't takin' shit from you him or no man Master mind maniac and a menace Oh, how they want to pass a sentence All because a
out on a limb For the boys and girls who haven't had it yet if you get too much, and roll it too straight yo it's a fatal blow, somethin like a ? Yeah
city like a cargo ship. Uh. I'm 23, with a money tree. Growing more too, I just planted a hundred seeds. It's ironic, 'cause my mother was a flourist
off the pressure is what weed do Ya girl wetter than the bottom of a ski doo And take a bitch from any nigga iwhat we do So bite down hoe or get the right
switch-up Or the two guns in my face durin the stick-up Maybe cause a girl I thought I trusted was who set the whole shit up Or the fact I haven't seen
they floss ropes Dealin with lost hope, a poor singer sings, whores Fuck on floors, suckin more ding-a-lings For the cha-ching Or motels, on blocks I know well I blow
a millionaire But I feel like a million bucks, Ladies won't you fill your cups? Shady's come to fill you up, if you a D or a C-cup You can even be a B
inch girls of my foreskin, Show me nipple, I pinch both and throw up a ten. Now you know it's a sin to tease blow us again The sorcerer of intercourse
hungry, trying to hussle In Detroit, nobodys got a deal with Russel In Detroit, you'll be lucky if your not a victim of a shooting In Detroit, crack
about blow gettin dough and straight warrin' with a meaner frontin in a Benz or I was soarin' in a Bima [Styles] lyin in the cut the gun is straight running like a
Mad noise, 2008, a G a game I'm ridin on {?} in the love seat, sunk deep Long niggaz bustin out they punk heat I make a massacre, try to rob one of my
A wire sticking out his shirt, he talking to NARC! [Marlena Shaw "Woman of the Ghetto" sample] [Humming] How do you raise your kids in the ghetto? How do
I do) Huh? (This is what I do) Oh for real? (This is what I do) Word? (This is what I do) Bitch! (This is what I do) Huh? (This is what I do) Oh for real
see the property sign Lyrically blunt, I'm broad day, physically dump This nigga's life's a publicity stunt But, he think he fever, I ain't a believer
to crack me if they ever see a black me I thought I chose a field where they couldn't sack me if a nigga aint running shootin a jump shot running a
gga in the damn ring Aint a damn thing, money aint a damn thing Ask Yeezy and most we do the god damn thing Get down to the precious lovers [Chorus]
you and yours) Salutations to all you can call me Cudi Or Mr. Extravagant cause I'm getting my money. Way my doors are swayin' its like a bird on wheels
every nigga with a stomach tattoo, bandana and a click homey You ain't dope just cuz ya sniff it, or lace ya blunt with it That just makes ya a wack rapper and a