I got to get what’s mine, I don’t have other choices
Everybody wants input but I’m not listening to their voices
I’m a king in the making, kingpin just some steps away
People talking shit but if you confront them> they step away
Don’t ever try to play me like madden, what did you expect to happen?
To get everything you want? Talk to the genie from Aladdin
I been through pain and I mask it, I earned my stripes and my badges
If people just gave my myspace I could craft a classic
Yeah I said give me myspace like it’s 2006
I’m as real as it gets, can’t let these folks give me fits
Man these folks are a trip, vacations into another zip
People taking shots at me and they’re reloading the clip
People viewed me as a magic man, I can make anything happen man
And the boy stays gifted, only one who has more gifts is Santa man
I belong in Santa Maria, I belong in Santo Domingo
Don’t ever think I need y’all, I be tired of dealing with gringos
Obsessed over chips, no pringles. Obsessed over cheese, no Kraft shit
All good vibes, no wack shit. All independent women no wack chicks
A good girl is an investment, a bad b*tch is a bill.
What’s so wrong with “stay low & build” being public could get us both killed
This the crazy life that we live, food for thought that sticks to your ribs
I don’t blame you, I blame your oldheads, parents parent your kids.