You’re in the game to get famous, I’m in the game to get rich,
I fucked around and get both, now you feel like a bitch.
You ain’t shit, they get you pissed, ‘cause a real nigger, he all,
Don’t let me get in my zone, you know how many hard bitches I own.
I’ve got hot bitches in my phone, a last name in the city,
So when I play a lane with that girl I met, boy I know that it get busy.
Got a bad bitch, her name Britney, two shots to make a bit tipsy,
Three shots to make the bitch lick me, brought a whole bottle, bet she come with me.
I’ve got sour D in my eyes, I’ve got Machiavelli my iPod, I’ve got your bitch sucking my dick,
And said to be my tripod.
This ain’t AD, let’s get us fucked, you wipe you out, still a slut,
She from the south, she true as fuck, she likes games, she still a butt.
Now her daddy black and all he missing, she got ass, you know they tricking.
They see me rehearsing and all they distant, but run around with Timbaland, this big anthem.
You should have been a cop, fuck, you’re hot. One thing you’ve got, ‘cause your shit pop,
Should have flick stop and that zip lock, been out of shape, now dead top.
‘cause I’m Shawn Chrys, you know the name, I roll, you know the game.
I can’t believe, still went supreme, afraid of tax with a dirty chain.
That shit weak, you think you’re clean? Alexander mcqueen down to my g.
Check the scene, boys out of dream, that dry and clean, that for esteem.
I’m a boy in leading, I’m okay, not a wife beater.
And white sneakers can’t wipe people,
‘cause they walk around in that liar weifer.
I don’t like people, I pray to God that I die peaceful whether I wrinkle.
Have my people let the wide steaple and play my music to the wide speaker.
Be sure my mother don’t cry me, quiet down, I’m a life sleeper,
I finally get tired of always fighting the ripper,
Nigger, you will to, the nigger undefeater.
‘cause the life that we’re living is the one that we chose,
I don’t give a fuck, I’m surrounded by hoes,
I live to my right and I live to my left and I fucking realize that I’m fucking them both.
But they never know and they never care,
My case of the pillow was covered in hair,
Was blonde, she’s black, I know she’s not dumb,
But push me, get up, and nobody will come.
So she lays down face down, you’re screwed up, paced up.
These roofy niggers trying to follow the Goofy,
At a max addiction in ballahoopy.
When it come the day, sip this shit,
These mobs now do not include me.
My cardo is largo, you do smile, I’m large, hoe,
Gigantic, titanic, your girl see me and she so friendly.
Good job if you ride ‘em, dog, she hit on some nice panties,
Nice stone, let’s get it on, she says she’s lone, python.
I hit that ass with the lightzone, weed is buffing at marley gate,
She said ass the right zone, she in my line the other day.
I got her high like fly is gone, freaky is my manifesting,
Digged it down and none the less, man, that ass was such a blessing.
She went to church and start confessing how I hit that ass, I’ll own a Granny,
She embraced my pimpinescence, my isochrome, another planet.