'88 Coupes

Man, I don't know what they smokin'
Our rappers must be on that Lindsay Lohan
I think that snow bunny got 'em open
Your 'erb smell funny and I
Funny like we jokin'
Look, if it ain't about this money
Don't approach 'em if you do try and play
I got a K that can coach 'em
Pen game, poke 'em like an inmate enforcer
I'm for that, it's nothin' like a doormat
You're welcome
Huh, shout-out to Jadakiss and French
I got two French vanillas French kissin'
That's a pimp
If my goon don't stretch 'em wit' the weapon
That's a ten little meth in your possession
That's possession wit' intent, bruh
It's a hard knock life, but we find a way
And we still find the time to
Write a rhyme a day
I'm tryin' to send my babies to college
Why you rappers babysittin' your pockets?
I want your life or your wallet
Brr, that's the sound of the roscoe
Mexicans is vatos, skinny jeans is flacko
That means I'm tight wit' you
I'm ready to fight wit' you
Please, and that don't mean I'm tryin'
To be polite wit' you nah, see
I ain't even try and griped wit' you
So take your team if they ain't tryin'
To lose they life wit' you
Back down while I'm puttin' this MAC down
But only for a limited time, homie
So act now
Bruh, keep it a hundred and a Backwood
Who else could think on an
Empty stomach? I'm that good
Far from the slave ship, just far from basic
Started from the basement
Now we're y'all replacements
Rap star Belly, magazine, who sixteen?
Son, you all ready, headshot, all beggin'
Man in the myth, take a stand
Any stand on the Fifth
I'm tryin' to hold it down, I hold the Clan
Get a grip, Lord
From this jump I got my hand on the ripcord
And I ain't tryin' to bite the
Hand off your bit Ford
Now y'all done got the Method
Man on some rich border
I'm gettin' paid and I'm full
Y'all sheep for the wolves
We gon' eat 'til we good
Y'all don't speak when you should
Ain't no peace in my hood