[Blue Pesos]
...real, this ain't a simulation
In the Ruler, bitch, we trust, the only thing to keep me motivated
Throw that beef on this big platter, n***a, I'll gladly take it
"P, why you do him grimy? He ain't 'bout nothin'"
You see the Mussle goin' up, it's called "innovation"
They could never be the Stincs, them n***as fabricated
Extort him quick for the uchies, fuck negotiatin'
I need it all, I need it now, I don't got no patience
The closest you'll get to bein' me is your imagination
N***as always askin' where the bitches? Where the Ben Franklins?
A hundred songs in a week, I need a vacation
Shit