From here on, nothing goes down unless I'm involved No blackjack, no dope deals, no nothing A nickel bag gets sold in the park: I want in You guys got fat while everybody starved on the street Yup, yup, yup (it's my turn) Make no mistake, my cliques run it (yeah) The god's here to reverse the 600 Take all your shit, it's nothin'; this life I'm lovin' (uh-huh) Learned from my mistakes before when I was lustin' Ignorant, I must've been Now I'm smooth and all your moves got rusted (y'all niggas trash) You ain't slick as me (uh-huh), this is fly-level ghetto wizardry To mindfuck the devil with my trickery (woah) We'll be settled when I death-kiss your cheek; my shit's unique Hotline? It's gonna cost a grip just to get me to speak (paper) You niggas weak; stay mighty is the mantra Come to conquer and get my palms on everything I seek What's a kilo to a half a gram? Nothing; get gold from either one With a gun in a split-second in a savage land (uh-huh) Quick fast, I'll blam a fraud nigga tryna pass a fan See the large picture: fuckin' the world is the task at hand (facts) Really though, this is well-crafted acid, street-savvy mathematics Comin' live through your stereo They all praise the god even if they ain't really spiritual (uh-huh) And make garbage attempts to copy swag and mirror moves Fuck it though Seen the fiends out here foamin' out the mouth gettin' sick So I'm 'bout to flood with the motherload (yeah) The game's a bitch I fucked and the rubber broke Now the pockets is pregnant with chips The drug flips is my other hoe, I love 'em both Drop one out the two of twelve, comin' close Criminals only cope with dope for your overdose 9,000 volts (blat!) It's my turn