this gon' rock the fall with 'em
suit on like i'm rothstein
engine sound like a twelve cylinder
when i get hot head and cold feet
harry truman in that presidential suite
or keanu reeves in that white 'rari speedin'
you know i'm comin' when you hear the trunk
chain clickin' and it got choppers if you duck the punches
batch house with crunches
drugs through that hail storm
you don't skate like ice on herringbone
money orders for my dawgs in the feds doin' life
now it's commas for my vocal point
foreigns like the borderline
you could burn bridges or bridge the gap
i'm playin' chinese chess
ninety-nine mil' just to even the odds
we the lynch mob with the night vision goggles
my alliance feed the lions
brainwash 'em 'til it's free to buy it
your reality become illusion
i been pimpin' like i'm goldie
me and max go back like rubber slang
tried to blind me but i still see through my loyal eye
suit on like i'm rothstein