[Verse 1] Ladies and Gentlemen, gentlemen, ladies Like that 2000-and-now Mercedes Dipping and dodging traffic, they like "That god's still at it" But my life is hope-a-less, now welcome to my haunted mansion Cause I pay my dues and I slay my crews Back then, I strapped in, I'm (ready for a brand new day!) Something you never seen, puffing that evergreen High off this world, I got me feeling like another being Feel like a martian, when I see the margin And money now, it's funny how back then the kid was starvin' You got to pardon, I was used to starvin' My life was hard then, but now it's kinda cool, I got a new apartment In the hills, from lyrical skills I possess; I suggest One consisting of shining, one pertaining to rhyming The other is the way this brother maintain your mind-ing Plus my label is signing, now you try to define 'em? How about this: "The finest" Something for your arthritis, the block you rep is writers So when you see the BDI, just try this
[Hook] My dough My gosh My flows My squad You know who's in charge Time to bang up my chest I don't want nothing less but the best You see how I rep, yep, yep! (x2)
[Verse 2] No more hurting for paper, we're berserk with the paper Just hit the bank up and I'm (ready for a brand new day!) No more searching for mines, no more nickels and dimes 9th make the beat bounce while I work with the lines Yea I'm used to the gutter, and I'm used to the Butters Shit, I get money from the mother It's not a joke neither, it's not a hope neither My own pleading for a god, I'm not cult seeders I got my shit together, you got your shit together? Well let's split this bread up and just- Cause I'm tired of the struggle, I rely on the hustle Quick shower so when I get out I just slide in a bubble I'm just trying to show you BDI is the bro You know you can go to when you (ready for a brand new day!) Cause I'm fresh and so clean, and I'm reppin the team Nigga, I'm a coach though when I approach the flow Yo, I got this game down pat, you see that thing in the back? Ready for a (brand new day!) Yeah and I got 'em shook, man, yeah Buck is from Brooklyn Look man, I'm like a captain off the hook, man! Tilt your shades so your eyes can see A vision of the last breed, nigga, I am he