[Intro:]
Yea One

[Verse:]
I'm in the spaceship A.M.G. kitted
New valaw suits with grey & green fitted
Startin hear **** from the n***a I babysittin
Personality with a lil' lady in it
If I wasn; t a rapper or some kind of entertainer
I probably be the victim of the jail in the chamber
Jake on my tail waitin' for me to slip
And they kno I got tha money for bail that's why they trip b***h
The boy blues with a real n***a dig
Twenty-Four with a movie theater in the crib
You could put your money on me ain't no fluke
The boy ain't no Ice cube, and ain't Snoop
He ain't no Eazy-E, he ain't no Dre
He ain't no Pac, He ain't goin pop just run away
All this out the blue switch sides as a punk
I Shoulda of known that you were a dick ryda from jump yep
I'm one of the realest n***a's that did it,
Anything you ever heard me on I shitted,
I spread the flow to the masses and he bit it,
Got a tear drop, a ghetto pass, and ran with it,
I know a couple of n***as that would love to fry his hat,
Put a Butterfly Blade on his Butterfly Tat,
You know me lowkey, rubber side strap,
Play with me if you wanna it will be one hell of a summer,
Game was a G-unit groupie, they made a flick about b***h ass n***as he be in a movie
I'm in a beach house palm tree and jacuzi,
Bad chick me and a smoothie,
Now all I got is heat and tough talk for you,
Pepper spray your f**kin' eyes up just for you,
I'm feelin' like I'm gonna lose my cool, sooner or later,
All over a hater, ain't no man more important then paper.
Easy