just holding stacks in your clothes
put some money in shoe boxes and things of that nature
formaldehyde is like homicide to your nostrils
indirect with the hostile
these niggas trapped in their costumes
peep my thesis of a tycoon
thoughts that travel the orbits i'm here
getting licked on in the caicos
put the drop on the payroll
it only frustrate 'cause niggas fake
got a billion dollar face on a trillion dollar chase
so many frontin' motherfuckers got me feeling outta place
you wanna win you gotta go mainstream
i flow too much like the ocean
i'm from the truck jewel era so fuck whatever
chess play for the cheddar
checkerboard on the sweater
rest assured i'm a repper
the messenger outta mecca
a hustler's homage for those in bondage
urgency of a convict who get his currency garnished
you see the mechanics in niggas antics
falsifying their transcripts
hoping pardons get granted
fries and salmon for breakfast
fucking them pretty broads that claim their man is possessive
deliver with the lyrics for the flow critics
shit real as a parole visit
who put this thing together