Money talks, so shut the fuck up and listen
You fuckin' kids in intermission, I'm in pole position
And you're in no position, I'm itchin' to close-in in it
Zone and kill it, close, conceal it
Leave that bitch with no forensics
Bitch, it's not a stain on me, lil' homie
You don't know me, better know your role, jabroni, lil' phony
Tryin' to clone me, I'm my only
Like I'm Kobe in the post, you can't control me
Spittin' scriptures, niggas feel like I'm holy
Niggas know he bound to be a problem in this rap shit
I snap bitch, my stats went from average to classic
Went H.A.M. and did damage, y'all mans'll get sandwiched
My plan is the planet where the middle of my hand is
Alpha male, you niggas do what you manage
I'm shootin' for the stars, really feelin' like I can't miss
My flow is Australian money, bruh, you can't rip
Keep it live, smokin', gettin' high until I'm dead, bitch
Right, Kushed God in this motherfucker
Right, I smoked the whole jar like oh Lord, au revoir
Girl Scout Cookie and not them little hoes, y'all
Talkin' that West Coast, I got it from my home boy
I hate green weed like Guru fans hate Solar
Got no respect for it like a grown man with a mohawk
Or a big mouth with no heart or a Black bitch with a nose job
Just some shit I don't go for
I don't really give a fuck 'bout offendin', just my opinion
Ill nigga, full off Philippe Chow when I'm ventin'
Tryin' to gas this Asian broad for a BJ and a happy endin'
Still pitchin' like I'm in the ninth innin', I'm a closer
I'm Mariano with the flow, bruh
See me suited, five panels with the bears on 'em
Every bar, they Ric Flairin' for 'em, DZA