[Intro: Bruiser Wolf]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Uh, had-
Had to find my way through
[Verse 1: Bruiser Wolf]
I put that ass to sleep, you can rest assured
The TEC make enough holes in your chest to play Connect Four
From JanSport to a Louis bag
Tryin' to reach Karrueche Tranquility
Laughin' to the bank, silly me (Silly me)
Dark shades, Stevie Wonder (Stevie Wonder)
I could spot 12 on the corner, Travis Hunter
I'm a loner, but not in the sense of money
I stick to myself, I know people gon' want somethin' from me
Pockets chubby, check my body mass index
BMI, but you might get your ass capped
Not a scholar, but for beats I did obtain knowledge
Sling white like ebonics, top hat like I'm Amish
Every project, I need another zero after the comma
She see us together, that's a mirage
I'm a player, I need a tradin' card
These my stompin' grounds
My lady had four and a baby, no ultrasound
I speak in a different jargon, beg your pardon
Flower bed of marijuana, I sold out the garden
Me with a pair of dimes, is my new paradigm
I'm Derrick Henry, you a Teen Titan
Tommy Show, diamonds in the ring fightin'
I put niggas in position and they don't acknowledge it
I set up niggas for cream like dermatologists
[Interlude: Curren$y]
Yeah, huh
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
I told the architect to build this bitch like George Jets'
Spacely Sprockets, tower to the sky, and put a crib on top it
Addicted, but claimin' that I could stop it
Though, I won't, I love this shit, I'm power-drunk
This nigga outside of the club, and he think I'm a chump
I make the sky fall on them niggas, if I really want
Rollin' up, readin' letters doggy wrote me from his bunk
He been free, he wrote this paper back in '91
I was too young to understand where he was comin' from
But I feel it now, a nigga grown
I feel it now because it's really on, hittin' close to home
Shit would've killed you, but it made me strong
Raisin' the bar way too easy for me, put some more weight on
Niggas said they wern' eatin', we made some plates for 'em
Styrofoam joints that they can take home
Mouths to feed was at the crib, we knew was waitin' on 'em
But some point in they lives, they still end up hatin' on me
Friends be worse than strangers, clear and present danger
But I got somethin' for 'em to manage the anger
Swingin' in the rain, jammin' Anita Baker
'68 Impala, Darkwing Duck at them fuckin' lamers
I got a brother up and comin', gotta make a lane for
I got two sons, I'm gon' need triple of my normal wages
Them fools ain't sick, they got them sniffles, a lil' cough, maybe
Them fools ain't rich, they won't be admitted at these poker tables
