Yeah

Know what I'm saying?

1995, ****

Let's go

Huh

Ayo

We don't make threats to ****, we make shootings

Funeral arrangements, wakes and viewings

I'm the predecessor of the upstate movement

In '05, I was upstate weight moving

Don't understand how rappers feel great losing

Be broke all day, then go make music

Your chain a kilo, but like Al Pacino in Scarface

My ****, that's a fake Cuban

I'm innovative with pitching

I took a brick, a hot plate, and emulated the kitchen

I give a hater his distance

I need a chef, a maid, and two administrative assistants

**** know that I'm true and living

Ain't concerned with fitting in, more determined to do it different

I got a entrepreneur vision

So I don't mind being the Michael Bivins of this New Edition

Huh, all of my shooters listen

They don't know who you is, they see a pic, then pursue the mission

It's a few dudes who I'm missing

So I put weed in a balloon, make your bitch go to a prison

In other words, **** have to learn

I got cash to burn that I ain't gon' have to rap to earn

Going broke is my last concern

And that's confirmed from all of my bank statements and tax returns