who r u?

they want my bidness on the front page

i put prescription into your frames

i had the vision back in 12th grade

that i'd be killing shit with doc dre

i never want it to ever be over

i'm out in philly

i thought it'd be colder

drunk off the liqui

i might need a chauffeur

check out my jiggy

check out my. now

who are you?

i don't know

no

what you do?

i don't know

no

you short a few?

oh no

no

hold up

pull my sticky out the jar

come on

ohh savage

that's a nice get-up

international

rocking japanese denim

enough gas to get you above average

how many more drags do i have to puff from my cigar?

new enemies they bringing my old ways back

back in my day

woulda' had your whole face smacked

look at you niggas'

wonder why i fucking hate rap

oh

what make you wanna go say that?

and i'm on another wave

and i'm fucking on suede

niggas feeling overpaid

fuck i'm supposed to do?"