[Verse 1:] In one short year, I've turned dreams to nightmares Let the gods of the game know I'm right here To you new muthafuckas, Buzz Lightyears Ahead of y'all, so be careful on that tightrope I inspire all the rappers that you might quote Lookin' down on you niggas like white folk You're entitled to believe all your high hopes When you can fool anybody with the right hoax Let you sing to 'em, emotionally cling to 'em With no pillow, you just sellin' a dream to 'em Weakest niggas throwin' shots, I just lean through 'em I just laugh at 'em, fuck is he doin'?
[Hook:] I just wanna flip it, I just wanna sell it [x3] It's so obvious; in my clothes you can smell it
[Verse 2:] Take a glimpse of my life as I walk through it Powder everywhere, like I drug the chalk through it Catty-corner penthouse as I park-view it Hit the jackpot; bulls-eye, dart through it Music; I talk through it, it's an art to it Let the critics praise, let the charts do it As I burn through this money, no thought to it [?] I just shop through it; cook and chop to it Move Heavy D; I shewop [?] to it We got our own thing; drop the top to it This is block music; Wacka Flock to it
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[Verse 3:] I'm so raw, runnin' from the law A nigga got rich from what yous sort through a straw Here to raise the bar; chain, no flaws Say it's whiplash when I let my neck thaw In that two-door, no rims on the car The hate is so thick, you can cut it with a saw See what I saw, the best getting better Look, but can't touch; I'm a muthafuckin' leper Q-dog steppa, Stomp The Yard better K-I-L; I'm just waiting on a letter Oh, there it is; let the triple beam measure Re-Up is the gang and we bettin' whatever
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