Here I go, deep type flow,
Jacques Cousteau could never get this low.
Take a sip from the cup of death…
And when you’re shaking my right hand, I’ll stab you with the left.
Wu-Tang is for the children.
Look here: “Mo’ money, mo’ problems,” my ass.
You’s a naive cat if you still believe that.
’cause haters wanna shoot, everything that shine
So I’m prepared, to lock and load my rhymes
If you wanna look good and not be bummy, girl you better give me that money Aooow…
Ooh baby, I like it raw!
We got food stamps. Glad to get the food stamps. Why wouldn’t you want to get free money?
Girls, when you walk down the street, just stay nasty. Please stay nasty for me because that’s how I freak out. So stay nasty and be nasty and have a beautiful time.
Came out my mama’s pussy, I’m on welfare. Twenty-six years old, still on welfare.
You wanna look pretty though, in my video