F**king around in a crap game
Ni**as 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 ni**as purple
Looking for Little Joe and the dumb ni**a 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
Oh 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

Ni**a see but that`ll work
Poppa needs brand new shoes and a sweatshirt
Fool you can`t even f**k with that
And now that I`m winning I gots to get my gat

`Cause I see your homies starting to look
And broke motherf**kers they make the best crooks
And I`m feeling like a baller
Bucking fools now the circle`s getting smaller

Now you wanna go and scheme
Punk ni**as 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 y`all lost you wanna go out like a sucker
Take that motherf**ker