Nigerian Email

The truth already set sail, I'm looking for reasonable doubt

The check's in the mail and I promise not to cum in your mouth

I was born during a drought, I was born into a house

Divided against itself, I was born into the mouth of wealth

Amidst poverty, dad died, they gave me his stuff

I put a couple more notches in the belt, play the hand you dealt

DC on melt, teeth poppin' 98 knockin' "Release Yo Delf" at HU Meridian

Bush weed got me feeling like a kid again, Traffic Island Gilligan

D.W.B, accept the pat down, second class citizen

No need for the sugarcoatin, you see

Any brothers on the moon? I got you open

Scott Norwood with the shank, you get cut

And ganked, gaffle leaking from the pokin'

Big bank take lil' bank, Zimbabwean dollars

What I'm holding, so I'll take that now, thanks

Sunny Abacha, the boy golden, face bloated, wrist frozen

When he wave from outdated Soviet tank

Don't be frontin' like you don't know him

Buried in fatigues, Soulja Slim

I C-Murder in a Crimson Tide, George Teague

The Overlook Hotel is where I always been

Your frame of reference is Brick Squad, mine is Poppa Large

Big shot on the East Coast, ain't what it used to be but I'll take it

I don't boast, cowardly threat, flow makeshift

Hey, mama, I finally made it

No lie, son jumped out the third story window when we got raided

My feet never left the floor, I'm on that James Naismith

Soft-spoken, unabrasive

Politely ask whitey to loosen the bracelets

Cuba Gooding his way out of central booking

Hot date, I do the cooking

Turns out she stay up in the Bronx, I'm

In Brooklyn, that commute ain't appealing

Best not forget your earrings, summer heat searing

She's dressed for it so of course the streets alluring

My skin crawling, stomach turning at Bill

Bellamy cornballs honking and swerving

She hardly seemed to notice, focused like bourbon, neat

I break up trees on your fourth generation imitation Premier Beats

That's definitely not the flavor

And trust me, you not doing the '90s no favors

Louis XIV in a clean glass piece, slow motion Lee Majors

Theme music to stolen credit card movements

They caught the most etherous of vapors

White suburb, black neighbor, I'm high like Black Mayor

River City ransom but the hoe don't need no savior

Sheesh, this hashish got me repeating myself

I'm gonna go get the papers

Get the papers