Uh, cigar please I came alive like a moth in the summer time Japanese wheel blades all samurai Shine brighter than them bitches on the other side Time to make a blind motherfucker recognize Ammunition got the competition nonexistent Had to bubble crack but didn't have a pot to piss it I'll double that, how dare you try to knock a nigga? Street scholar, graduated no father figure Still tote chrome, check my chromosomes Meet me halfway with things and a mobile home Money machines, yeah they RING like a mobile phone I'm a seven-up, I need a coca-cola loan I'm in the hood like I'm James Evans Cashmere hand-made sweater Me and money got a vendetta Looking back, to tell the truth I could've did betta Parents never had a good job Now it's Black American Express cards, uh