Yeah, nahmsayin 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 pitchin'

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

I gave a hater his distance

I need a chef, a maid and two administrative assistants

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

Ain't concerned with fittin' 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 your pic, then pursue the mission

It's a few dudes who I'm missin'

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 going have to rap to earn

Goin' broke is my last concern

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