Paper, Rock, Scissors

Last time I checked, I deposited it

And the teller tell ya it's obvious that I'm gettin' lots of it

I'm bossed up, swear it costs so much

That's why it cost to even talk to us, yeah

Make sure you get your offer up

Anything I do, I do it all for us

Got a family that's dependin' on me

I'm gamblin' on spendin' some of it

All my **** stay into somethin'

Got a short fuse that extended on me

You're still sleepin' on us, you're in a coma

Don't believe it? Just wait a moment

My brain cells got paper on 'em

This 40 glock got a laser on it

Gun you down, spray you up

Ballin' out, not layin' up

Thumbin' through it, no paper cuts

If your money talk, it ain't sayin' much

My mama thinks that I'm a lost cause

Fully automatic, fuck a guard dog

I rock G-Shock, no Audemar

But I'm still flashy as a cop car

In that grass like a lawn dart

Star, I got ya back like lumbar

Okay, pour a deuce, pop one bar

I'm gone, but I ain't goin' far

My driver need to be designated

She give me brain, that's free education

They pass me bills with no legislation

Goin' back to Cali, my weed medicated

They keep asking me like e'ryday

Wassup with that Step Brothers?

They either respect it or love it

Now, we do it for the check of it

Woke up and said, fuck it

'Bout to open up my next budget

Now, watch how our checks double

A **** got drive like a Lex bubble

Fuck you, pay up, no discussion

Ride through your city with a toaster oven

Rob the game like it owe me somethin'

Bruh, I'm goin' in, keep the motor runnin'

My bitch blowin' like Etta James

In my trunk, I got Mary Jane

Feelin' lucky, no horseshoe

But I run this shit like Edgerrin James

Never changed, go figure

My brother's faded like old pictures

We're not the same, see the big difference is

You're softer than a roll of tissue

I know these rappers so frightened

'Cause we handle bars like bicycles

I had to brag, I'm so nice with it

My ink pen drip icicles

As soon as I finish rollin' up this blunt, I'll get right wit you

So accurate with that heat, I feel like Mike Miller

The FN, my lil' light pistol, shoot chopper bullets

Look like missiles

That's more money, more white bitches

That follow orders, I'm high Hitler

Eastside Guerrilla, I throw it up like corn liquor

My money tall, but I'm a short ****

Got so much game, I need a sports ticker

Of course, ****, we killin' this shit

Call the mortician, we still in the bitch

As real as it gets, I been dealin' with splits '

No divorce, ****, grind hard, no choice, ****

I'm a underdog, no forfeitin'

Just me, her, and no inhibition

She catch more kids than an orphanage, ugh

Live everyday like its 4-20

I'm disoriented like the Orientals

Had the cookies in the plastic, no fortune in it

(Hold up, do a chorus, ****?)

No chorus, but it's goin' on like four minutes

Fuck it, Trip, go on and end it

I'm 'bout my commas like a run on sentence

I know I'm a trip, no pun intended

Life's a bitch, you keep playin' with it

Until me and death come pay a visit

And my bullets are like jury duty

In other words, anyone can get it

I slap your bitch with my magic stick

Then treat that bitch like a sack of shit

Dry your eyes, it's a cryin' shame

But I ball harder than the catcher's mitt

I'm sittin' fat, your majesty

I'm getting blowed like allergies

I grind hard, no acid grease

I'm flippin' pounds like balance beams

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