You need a dictionary when you write your raps (Uh)
Went to the penitentiary just for a hundred sack (What?)
I had a vision back when I was fishin' for a bass
But they won't listen 'til you in your kitchen countin' cash
I got the dollars, motherfukk a nikka's credit score (Boss)
Big bag of chronic like I'm sackin' up at Interscope (at Interscope)
My pistol polished, any problems, I'ma pull that ho
Peter Parker, but I've yet to reach my pinnacle (Lord)
bytches lookin' at me, shawty wanna see my soul (M-M-M)
All my jewelry on, she only see my gold (Haha)
I'm prayin' for my guys, pray you sing along (Yes)
I fukk bytches in my ride, I never bring 'em home
She sees just how I ride and slip her panties off
He wanted war until they hit 'em with a cannonball (Bang)
Spark spliffs, raw kicks, I give 'em Clark Kent
Common sense, no Prince, strictly the mob hits (What? M-M)
Exhale weed, ship it from the West (West)
My brain begin to seize when I'm needin' rest (Yes)
Kobe Bryant when we speakin' very best (Lord)
I pray for Gigi, wonder if she'll get to see me next
Biggest (M-M-Maybach Music)
Rozay went the fukk off