(yeah... yeah yeah E) I'm often often Sittin in my world in the coffin coffin Coughin Off the herb off the curb Money money money Is what they concur Do they agree What they might see Could be Not exactly what they thought The car that the rap star allegedly bought Is probably the same car that the rap star rented Front in the tennis Supreme in the snow Fishtailin' the whip parkin lot a double piece Parked then My mom swore up and down that I'd be the next cometh Them other niggas far from it Can't stand how these dick rock bandits even get granted the access All up in the mix Want to be a kanye Want to be a skateboard P But nigga All the BBC could not put you in the same place Or give you the same face Find you first then you can raise the stakes Higher Not talking shit just fire Please mothafucka All this BAPE shit I rock is none other Who the best MCs in the Cleve'? Cas, Chip, the Cudder -- Triple the illness And Ohio gotta feel this Took a decade just to say I'm paid Took a decade to get hoes to lay down Spread eagle Pop that pussy ho Need the love below I'm the champ that need a gold medal As far as the flow, homeboy, I got plenty I payed for my noodle the digital vortex textin' a freak digital phone sex She wanna suck a dong 'cuz my songs give my digital checks Gigabytes decide the words that I write I get gone, nigga, day and night Take it literally How more crystal clear can I be? How more crystal clear can I be? How more crystal clear can I be? Can I be? Can I be? Uh Yeah Can I be-E-e How more crystal clear can I be? Can I be? Can I be? Can I be? Can I be?