[Hook]

So you gotta vibe with the rhyme and take your time with it
Little rhymes in my mind, I feel them vibratin' (X4)

[Verse 1]

I'm not even in it for paychecks
But if it's studio time, know that I pay less

I'm 8 cents short of a dollar, that's '92
I'm trying to grab some RAW papers and face that

I'm safe sex, strapped up with a big homie
I'm pissed off like someone just pissed on me
I ball hard, ball hard, Cuttino Mobley
I must be joking, I run up clocks and hit the zone 3

It ain't nothing to my competitor
If it bleeds we could kill it like Predator
Getting green, yeah more green than Federer
Better get your cheddar 'fore all things are getting worse

'Cause I think we're at a standstill
These fakes feeding you garbage, like landfills
Dropping knowledge on there heads like an Anvil
Take an Advil, lay back and Chill..

(Hook)

[Verse 2]

Im in a low-pro fix
Nobody can see me in the old school whip
Backseat chillin' with the low-low tint
Packing cones for my bro, but it don't touch his lips

I was speaking as a dedication
From the moments of his resignation
Everytime I place rhymes on a line so divine that I gotta think of him to do greatness
I'm betting everybody hates this
Better yet, i'm betting none of you have made shit

So why're you speakin', I will weaken any weakling any weekend any day of my shift, sick..


And I'm on to the next, comatose a victim by the german suplex
And I don't give 2 specs of this earth what you're worth man stay complex