Playaz Eyez
Veteran
You went platinum wit a ghost writer, so in the game you won you cheated
Come to me wit fakkit tendencies, you'll be sleepin where the maggots be
Ten Bentleys in one line, gats in each hand, twin 45's in mines
Sons and daughters, one order you'll be floatin in water
Everybody stay fly get money kill and fukk bytches
I'm hittin anything in plain view for my riches
Ain't nuthin sweet about this Raider mystique,
I got nikkas where you eat shyt sleep and beat yo meat
THIS TYPE OF MURDA DONT NEED NO HOOK
JUST 40 fukkIN BARS FROM DA MOUTH OF A CROOK!!!
YO!!