Fucking around in a crap game
  Niggas think I'm soft cause now I'm in the rap game
  And I don't hang out as much
  Bang out dope cuts
  Standing on stage and I'm grabbing my nuts
  But when it comes to getting in a circle
  I'm hitting sevens turning broke niggas purple
  Looking for Little Joe and the dumb nigga scream and choke
  When deuce-deuce hit the floor yo
  Now which of ya wanna fade the twenty?
  I'm turnin your fat pockets skinny
  Ah yeah I'm shaking the ivory
  And boom it's like they die for me
  Fool you can get loud, get mad, hit the joint
  But don't forget my point
  There it is yo
  I put my Nike on the bet so it won't slide
  Money gone cause I'm never hitting deuce-five
  I'm never hitting four-trey no way
  You wanna leave but come on hoe stay
  Nigga see but that'll work
  Poppa needs brand-new shoes and a sweatshirt
  Fool you can't even fuck with that
  And now that I'm winning I gots to get my gat
  Cause I see your homies starting to look
  And broke motherfuckers they make the best crooks
  And I'm feeling like a baller
  Bucking fools now the circles getting smaller
  Now you wanna go and scheme
  Punk niggas like you just love to triple-team
  So I pick up my money and start walking
  Cause now I let the gat start talking
  Now since ya'll lost you wanna go out like a sucker
  Take that motherfucker