[Verse:]
Another one smokes the dust
Another one smokes the dust
Another one smokes the dust
Sixteen bars is a jail cell, I’d rather acapell in hell
Who cares if it don’t sell, that’s why I got a scale
It’s that real, places to go, weed to deal
Five hundred an ounce, that’s a steal
Hook a crook, one way or another
Every n***a ain’t my brother
Every girl I sex ain’t my lover
Sent wood to your mother, fat like Sally Struthers
I can’t believe it’s not butter, iron out the wrinkles
My eye got that twinkle, producers playing Rip Van Winkle
I told you, no sleep til Brooklin, no phone calls for central booking
Fifty percent crime, he's all shooken
Avoid the noid, domino effect, started out for respect
Then elects anonymous sex, yeah ok I could use the jet
And a n***a just to light my cigarette, very good Jeeves
A&Rs got long tricks and short sleeves, complimentary sweets
Get Rod Stewart to do my beats, and say I’m soul street
With made-for-TV rap sheets, stayed chilling with police
Brag about my heat, sales weak so you searching for beef
And once shots fly, guess you copping a plea
That’s dead broke, to rap star in thirty motherfucking bars