Elvis's and Red Monkey with the monkey on 'em
As soon you get the paper to try it
I'm a Ferrari and Jag copper, you a glass shopper
Out of every 70 rappers 69 flop
Never came back home now I'm on my own
If you scared don't come 'round here
A nigga try me, he won't see tomorrow
I ain't tough for the tube, I'll smack y'all for real
Never came back home now I'm on my own
My dress code got the best hoes jumping on 'em
And my piece so heavy I pop a chain a week
So I had to learn a few things 'bout survival
Like the ice pick done off the bottom
I move to mill, my backyard is a field
Guns ammunition don't run out here
Then pick up a shell, that'll be his lucky charm
Poppa was a rollin' stone
I'm in a class all by myself
I've been patiently waiting to get on my shit again
And my outfits, a eye stopper for the chicks
I ain't a regular nigga, all the promoters pay 100 more
A nigga try me, he won't see tomorrow
As soon you get the paper to try it
Nigga you stupid riding by trying to blast me
A brand new buzz, Mac 10 and a chopper
TV the same size as Kevin Garnett
I don't cuddle, as soon as I get the nut I'm gone
We got fif's with the cop stoppers in the clips
I blow marijuana the color of grass hopper
I pop bottles for real with pop artists that kill
And had money wrong shoot him in his underarm
Go head hate on me now, you'll miss a nigga later
White fan base 'cause Eminem is my partner
So I had to learn a few things 'bout survival
If you scared don't come 'round here
Guns ammunition don't run out here
I got a chunky arm, I'm a fucking Don
And burn your eyelashes off like a crack lighter
I wish you would try jump me, I'll wave the gat by you
As soon you get the paper to try it
To bring your boy to Singapore
Watch your mouth bitch there's rocks popping out the wrists
Never came back home now I'm on my own
So I can get money between raindrops
So my head light smooth when I move the steering wheel
If you scared don't come around here
I went from playing the same block to Bangkok
So I had to learn a few things 'bout survival
I ain't even got a license yet and got 7 cars, yep
We don't tolerate the cock blocking out the bricks
I burn big everyday, nothing but the bong
Like the ice pick done off the bottom
Even though I got the yacht in the million dollar bot
Poppa was a rollin' stone
Superman armor on the 69 drop
And got your mind on your muthafuckin' dough, let's go
I got white gold, rose gold, yellow gold, platinum
Guns ammunition don't run out here
You don't take shit from no one, no
So this is for the corner they cornered a nigga in
'Cause my window got the glass from a taxi
I ain't clubbing from nothing, its top dollar to chill
I'll be a South Side nigga till I rot
I'm hood like butter holes and pissy elevators
Young hoes, old hoes, yellow ones and black ones
A nigga throw his hands up at me, I send a dummy harmed
I blowed a buck in the corner just to get the feel
Like the ice pick done off the bottom
Shelves'll leave a niggaz food stamps blue
And get so much pussy I cant sleep
Like a full tube of acid in your shampoo
I'll whoop your ass all by myself
Poppa was a rollin' stone