They say p*ssy and paper is poetry power and pistols
Plotting on murderin motherfukkers 'fore they get you
Picturing pitiful punk nikkas copping pleas
Puffing weed as I position myself to clock G's
My enemies scatter in suicidal situations
Never to witness the wicked shyt that they was facin
Pockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches
Evading the playa hating tricks, while hitting switches
bytches is bad-mouth, cause brawlin motherfukkers is bold
But y'all some hoes, the game should be sewed
First few bars of me against the world... An "average" album