Letras
The Dawg's eatin, keep your hand away from the bowl
Had to educate fools on how the way it would go
Lotta friends turned foe, mistook a lame from my bro
Keep your enemies close, as how the saying would go
Shorty a 10, but she playin' me close
Foreign language, what I'm speakin' when I get in my zone
Lotta y'all can't read and lack comprehension
The kid is known statewide in every jurisdiction
Flickin' photos at the show with folks who heard the soul speak
Raps I jot down the follow-through so Ginobli
Whole team goin' OT
In the grass like Shinobi
A star is born, speedin' light through the cyberstorm
My final form, rich as fuck, divin' off the board
Laughin' at the petty bars in your lazy verse
Nothin' bout the style free, so you gon' have to pay me first
And I ain't in it for the politics, so I talk a lot of shit
Bitch
They say that money is the root of evil
I say money is the reason I'm so fuckin' rude to people
I ain't tryna kick it with no one who ain't my equal
Match my grind, we gon' get this bread the way we need to
Everything I say adds up like I'm speakin' Hebrew
In my songs, lifelong struggles of good and evil
In a world transfixed by the trauma
Never lost pace, kept the stride in my saunter
Lifelong in a sauna, sweat from my pores
That's a whole nother aura
Flava Flav watch, know the time was upon us
Big dick entering the chat, causin' drama
Make way, you know I never fade
Embody excellence from the crown to my Jays
They hate it when you real, knowin' that they fake
Solid gold soul, never stripped and never fade
They say that money is the root of evil
I say money is the reason I'm so fuckin' rude to people