Yeah, hahahaha
I'm back bitch!
Okay, nigga, check this out
Just like Eazy, nigga I'm ruthless
Catch me with your breezy, pushing that new whip
Drop top, new six, white on white new kicks
I'm just pimping across the world like Ludacris
But niggas in the hood saying Mims done sold out
See me in the club and they pulling that gold out
But they don't know I'm with the same niggas I came with
Same niggas from the hood, niggas I bang with
Shit ain't changed, different toilet, the same shit
Ain't no half stepping on some Big Daddy Kane shit
I walk like a hustler, flipping hustler's language
We don't know each other cause your hustle is ancient
You're way too old nigga, I flow like H20 nigga
Know every place you go nigga, I knows you
Puppet on a string, that's right nigga I own you
Bring the hook in now, something for me to zone to
Just like that, a nigga blow up and do good
Now the hood don't want you back nigga
Just like that, they see you on the cover of that Fortune 5
And catching heart attacks, yeah
Just like that, uh huh, uh huh
Just like that, you can't go back now
Just like that, uh huh, uh huh
Just like that, you can't go back now
I'm looking for that sunshine, but I ain't Lil' Flipper
Yeah I'm a star, but I'm not the little dipper
Always been dapper ever since a little nigga
So bitches love my swag, used to call me Little Jigga
And Corey said, "Mims, you need to bring it to the streets"
So now I'm just, chilling in the belly of the beast
Waiting for my release date, a nigga hungry as hell
But I be damned you catch me walking for some cheese, cake
I be in each state, new bitch on my arm
Blew twenty on the chain, another six on the charm
I'm a don motherfucker, kiss the ring when you see me
See I do what I do like I do it for TV
I'm too hot, so now it's all eyes on me like 2Pac
Riding 'round, on my lap got two Glocks
This rap shit done made me crazy
If it ain't about the money, nigga fuck you, pay me
Just like that, a nigga blow up and do good
Now the hood don't want you back nigga
Just like that, they see you on the cover of that Fortune 5
And catching heart attacks, yeah
Just like that, uh huh, uh huh
Just like that, you can't go back now
Just like that, uh huh, uh huh
Just like that, you can't go back now
You was never in my class, you's a bitch
Thought you was the shit but now your class dismissed
Your story ain't real enough, your lies keep building up
Your bitch made homie, so for you I keep a switchblade on me
Cause I don't need a gun for your ass
I give your ass a head start before I run for your ass
Fat boy, I'm watching you put on a act boy
I thought you was my man, you gon' do me like that boy?
But you know what they say, and I'm calling it out
When the pressure cook up, the true colors come out
Vaseline in your ass, and a dick in your mouth
Sit back and got the industry, tricking you out
You's a bitch nigga, sell your soul to get rich nigga
So I guess it's time to expose your whole shit nigga
Yours truly, Mims, the last soldier
The lesson for today is done, class over