Crystals in my eyesight, from the diamonds pressed so tight,
In my rollie, lexing plexing, over suckas thinking they got next and,
See these hands, move like Liston, or better yet a piston,
Four stroke cycle, mind state of Michael, the killer bees is loose,
Who you choose?, better say me homie, I don't loose on the mic, too easy,
Breezy, cool calm and *****,
Oops I mean tipsy, got the girls up in the club, looking **** crispy,
Snap my fingers, two of the most expensive bottles, guaranteed to the bust the throttle,
Girls sitting wide open,
Hid the wifey despite thee, chaos a may bring amongst my own family,
Keep it on low the like R Kelly, no jail bate stitched next to me baby,
Gotta be at least, old enough to buy a drink **** what you think,
I meditate off of the Buddha, lounging on the couch, while the girls sitting like a Sphinx


Spin the world off my finger tips, this bangs hard like Bloods to Crips,
I keep grips, to the game never loosen up, Houston barre baby,
So I keep syrup in the cup, so what's up? I smash faces that's corrupt,
*** rush the show, like cops blazing through the door, we all out for,
War I was made to be in gore, you fools fallen more than Al Gore,
Girls call me President Bush, weapons of mass destruction,
Cue the percussion, end of discussion, got more pain than David Ruffin,
Y'all fools is bluffing, I can make hits without the need of cussing,
Learner of Nat Turner, royal family see too many grants handling me,
But I feel better with twentys or Ben Frankies, peep the money laundry,
Keep it clean, no hate can come in between, keep thirty in the magazine,
We aim for heads, til it's guillotine, one man team, looking for Diana,
Who's supreme, midnight theme another soul headed out for the cream,
Ain't no dreams, this that live ****, preach the real, so hot not even hell could sit,