| I break barriers, name who? Mega fabulous |
| Duckin' savages, crab bitches, shade carriers |
| His flow’s passionate, from Medina, grows accurate |
| Rhyme catalyst, my status, y’all ain’t catchin' it |
| The rhyme passages we’re servin', snake, serpents |
| Soul purchase, make diamonds, idol worship |
| Heinous verses, thoughts dwell under the surface |
| You short circuit, long range, mag to interpret |
| We straight murk it, worldwide, we K lurch it |
| Whatever urges, for this paper, feel it’s worth it |
| A hundred percent, we throw conscious rapper |
| With my accomplice, throughout the compass |
| 'Til we accomplish, get slick and open your carcass |
| The grooves target, who nervous? Who the |
| This rap artist slumbers with a goddess |
| A true wifey, a few like me, can do like me |
| You out to end me, with the hemi |
| To the GA, I’m into that shit, you get me paid |
| Although cliche, true life, that’s how we play |
| Stack up, get Ma Dukes up out the PJ |
| 30 spins, FM, every DJ |
| All City, NY with the replay |
| Hundred 3k, give me the leeway, I’ll take it from there |
| Brooklyn’s number one |
| It’s all about this |
| Another day, another dollar to earn |
| Gettin' this money is my only concern |
| As far as paper with the federal seal |
| You know the deal |
| A mothafuckin' fortune like the wheel |
| It’s all about this |
| Another day, another dollar to earn |
| Gettin' this money is my only concern |
| As far as paper with the federal seal |
| You know the deal |
| A mothafuckin' fortune like the wheel |
| As the day dies another cake rise |
| Bitch niggas operate like gay guys |
| I sense the shifty ways in their eyes |
| Stay major high, scheme to get a piece of the pie |
| Some of us push coke, I just prefer to peddle white lies |
| I’m thinkin' likewise, the bottom line lies, this enterprise |
| Leave you without your assets, leave these small fries behind |
| Walk a fine line, for paper I grind, make up your mind |
| Wanna live broke all your life or wanna live big time? |
| Then you should roll with us, we’re so high, they’re only tollin' us |
| It’s from the ice chips on the wrist |
| On the top of your lisp is the metropolis |
| It ain’t no stoppin' this conglomerate from droppin' hot shit |
| Watch this as I profit, line my pocket with dollars, not it |
| Push the drop 6, I got kicks |
| In the high rise, suckin' some Puerto Rican mami’s tatas |
| For beef I got guys, they move while I’m tryna watch my stock rise |
| Chop pies, wise guys my demise |
| Monopolize, they cop a why five eye |
| Think long range, small change and all change |
| Stock exchange, cop the Range, pocket the change |
| For capital gain, niggas’ll clap you in the brain |
| It’s all in the game, so many have fallen from fame |
| It’s all about this |
| Another day, another dollar to earn |
| Gettin' this money is my only concern |
| As far as paper with the federal seal |
| You know the deal |
| A mothafuckin' fortune like the wheel |
| It’s all about this |
| Another day, another dollar to earn |
| Gettin' this money is my only concern |
| As far as paper with the federal seal |
| You know the deal |
| A mothafuckin' fortune like the wheel |