| Yeah yeah… | 
| You know we always gonna come through | 
| Not playing no games or whatever | 
| Yeah yeah, that’s right | 
| Yo I’m up 4 in the morning making some new shit | 
| I just keep going and going when everybody quit | 
| I don’t stop I’m a fiend, way more than Rakim | 
| It’s not the mic that I like, it’s the song when it’s finished | 
| Niggas can’t seem to rock it, but I be in the pocket | 
| Your rap doesn’t flow with the beat, you need to stop it | 
| They buying into my story because my shit real | 
| You never do what you say, that’s why you don’t sell | 
| I ain’t beefing on a record, somebody gonna die | 
| And you can beef about it when you read about in the Times | 
| Ain’t no bullshitting nigga I’m a rare species | 
| Every ten years they make a nigga like P' | 
| Imma slow it down, so you can hear me out | 
| And really really listen and see what I’m about | 
| You feel me on the right, you feel my on the left | 
| They feel me in the back… | 
| It’s all about the dough, that’s how we stay alive | 
| I like to see you try to eat and you ain’t got a dime | 
| It’s all about the dough, that’s how we stay alive | 
| I like to see you try to eat and you ain’t got a dime | 
| All I do is wake up and make hits | 
| At 15 I mastered the 16 bars, with some henny and a spliff | 
| Now you can’t tell me shit | 
| Give me one hour with a dope ass beat, and I’ll show you how to spit | 
| You ain’t got no war stories, nigga you ain’t got shit | 
| Because we ain’t trying to hear your little songs for the chicks | 
| And that bitch want it hard not a RnB thug | 
| She like it real rough, nigga you the sweet stuff | 
| Ha, cream puff nigga, I need you | 
| So they can tell the difference between me and you | 
| Yo I wake up every morning and I write a new smash | 
| I don’t do this for the radio I do this for the fans | 
| Do it for the block | 
| This is for my niggas that’s locked up in a box | 
| In the maxi max, that’s the penitentiary | 
| My pen will never cease | 
| Shit my pops gave ten years, to the federales | 
| From Georgia to Cali, He broke out of L. A County | 
| With the cuffs on, my pops was rowdy | 
| Then caught him out in San Jose, you know the bounties | 
| If you can see me now, living like the sallies | 
| Imma slow it down, so you can hear me out | 
| And really really listen and see what I’m about | 
| You feel me on the right, you feel my on the left | 
| They feel me in the back… | 
| It’s all about the dough, that’s how we stay alive | 
| I like to see you try to eat and you ain’t got a dime | 
| It’s all about the dough, that’s how we stay alive | 
| I like to see you try to eat and you ain’t got a dime | 
| Yo we gonna get this money real quick | 
| Fuck what you talking about… |