my eyes lower than a casket
my piff greener than the packers
my chicks meaner then the ratchet
i don't ever feel these rapper i can tell they counterfeit
hop up on the mountain pits
the feinds is mooking by the o's
she treat me like a shake
count money burn celebratory blunts
gotta get it cause you only gonna live it once
i ain't fuckin' with the rented ones
but i take it where it's really from
do a bear shit in the woods
they wanna cage you in a wood box
tell you money make the world stop
i wish the motherfuckers would stop
i wish i coulda went to woodstock
make a broke nigga feel like a rich man