i smoke on that rapper weed
they love to hate my gang
you get your swag from us
we deserve a finder's fee
you would think this marley
but my partner be throwin' them b's
found out i'm worth a lot
i knew how to count the money way before i could read
don't really fuck with you rappers
i know i should change my ways but keep the glock beside me
i did time for slangin' iron
but that still ain't stoppin' me
then i start bustin' up diamond
got so much water and diamonds
the chopper take a hundred but i put a nine in it
you say you want some smoke
i'm not these other rappers
my partner say that brown shit look like soy sauce
we quick to flip a nigga bitch like a coin toss
i swear it need a band-aid
and i keep some freaky bitches