[Intro]
09 to 2-10... Yeah... I'm back again!
Yeah!
It's your n***a!
P Dot L Dot K! Huh!
Yeah!
And this is V5!
Before I start I'd like to thank everbody for tunin' in
It's my time of the year again
Now let's begin

[Verse 1]
Uh
The way I come off is stupid, the last one you wanna be in the booth with
My heart cold, I just ran over Cupid
Until the roof chip I helicopter, Bentley, coupe it
You think your shoe fit, I bury n***as live on Whoo Kid
What up Slay, what up Clue, what up Drama
You rockin' with the New York City Bomba'
I'm a rain on these n***as, bring my new shit out
Polish my game on these n***as, Bank-o bring the groupies out
I'm all about my money, fuck you talkin' 'bout
Mind yours, six or seven summers pullin' Porsche's out, grind tours
Scorin' till it's borin' n***a, nine cities, nine jaws
Fuckin' with my clothes on, gone soon as I hop off
[Bridge]
Fell back now I'm back for everything that's mine
Them n***as had their turn, now it's time to see me shine
You don't wanna see me angry rather see me calm
I got this rap shit in my palm and my CD, bomb

[Verse 2]
You know I O.D today, put your favorite MC's away
D.O.A, flat line, who want it with the P.L.K
My life's hotel and casino play
Where you want me sign is all I need to say and your fourteen car keys away
You don't really want no drama you talkin' that E & J
Between weed and gas I probably fuck off a G a stay
I serve it either way, up close and personal
Via internet cursin' you, underground and commercial too
I bring your curtains through, it ain't really worth it fool
Celebrate with a cake and a half a pound of purple, ooh
Cool, 80's baby and it made me crazy
Crazy, low down grimy and shady

[Bridge]
Call me what you want baby just try not to call
I ain't got time to argue with you cause I got the ball
I'm a do whatever I wan' do and lock up the mall
Death to a hater, tall big or small, man fuck 'em all
[Verse 3]
Full 360, it's my turn again, turn to win
You heard of him, surge a win, I'm playin' with words again
Murda pen, came from damn near nothin' I deserve to win
Curve the wind, in my Bentley spur with rims, fur within, won't give in
I push the seven got the perfect ten, copper
I rather work for free 'fore I work for them
Yeah, you touch the soil if I touch the safe
Bitch n***a, I can see it all up in your face
Half rat, half snake, you live like that you get your ass clapped
Half baked, a lighter and gas fate
You heard my last tape, this off the street hot
The D Block, I send n***as to tree tops, free hops
A one of a kind swag, it begins with me
Ends with me, momma shoulda pushed me out a twin with me
Then it'd be possible to duplicate, make the money Blue can make
You can hate, this gon' bring me super cake...

[Outro]
Yeah....
As we proceed....
To keep you up to speed....
Shit gon' get crazy from here on out....
Word!....