[Verse 1]
Take a seat, that n***a D is at your service
I never get nervous unless I'm wondering where the herb is
I don't sell but I purchase, I try to find the finest
Nowadays the weed will have you way behind the minus
I'm not really highly paid but they say I'm best rated
Still wreck the show even though I get faded
Have I made it? Naw, but the game is not final
Devin still comin wit his thang up in ya spinal
I know n***as gon talk and the bitches gon gossip
But I keep rockin til a n***a make a profit
They can't stop it with the rumors 'cause the Dude make albums
If you don't cut the check suck a dick you can't have 'em
You gotta get yours, they gon get theirs
Get some money in your hands just in case the plan fails
'Cause once you in you in, you can't bail, you know what
Gotta get what you can get and make it swell and blow up
Like that

[Verse 2]
I write a verse, do a song, sing a ringtone
Anything to keep you on my dingaling bone
D is in the house and I don't think that D is leaving
'Cause he's over in the corner marijuana Swisher Sweetin'
And he's feeding hoes dick, like he does everyday
The peach fuzz on his nuts now long in the gray
Say what you wanna say you're only old as you feel
B-boy took my soul and I can still windmill
And I can still send chills through yo' body
I take it out and then wipe it off and I'm outie
Then I'm back again, the motor hot still hummin'
20 years and runnin yeah the n***a still comin
Like that