the fuck you mean you ain't heard no fuckin' lentra the god?
how come all this conversation? me
one to the three-three-seven
i'm elite-'lite-'lite-'lite
that's what i could pitch past
tired of money and i'm ballin' like chris bosh
turn up in tokyo off the sake
if you pull up with a sword
watched marley & me and i did not shed a tear
girl called me and she tired of the shrimp
i ain't talkin' 'bout my dick
my knees hurt so much i walk like a pimp
girlie thought i fold up like a book but i'm a kindle
how come all this conversation? me
one to the three-three-seven
i'm elite-'lite-'lite-'lite
why these rappers tryna copy?
got the team makin' plays
i'm heavy on the o to the k
only do it for a little bit of pain
need them blues like i'm jay-z
lotta badass whips then i freaked her like a scout
i know you had your doubts
those dick ridin' labels got all these last counts
talkin' m's because i got 'em
she got money in the bank 'cause of me
now i'm twenty k last year
every dude has got some bling
how come all this conversation? me
one to the three-three-seven
i'm elite-'lite-'lite-'lite