Riding in a suburban Fine women that’s Persian Sid is the God, I should be rhyming with a turban Flows tighter than virgins Close as you’ll get to perfect If you not getting money, my nigga, what’s your purpose? I’m a northsider, acres homes player Making money, saving money at the bank, I’ll see you later At the crib I run for mayor, that’s word to pac div Everyday a nigga grinding, I’m just staying active Till I get to back in, a black on black Benz Next to a white on white it’s like some yin yang twins Everything is paid in, full, no bull Got crazy killers like Rico that’s down to ride for a C-Note Blowing up like some c-4, looking all thru the peephole Knocking is opportunity, either way nothing new to me Getting money is usually Weak ass rhymes or some nice ass lines Now tell me who you fooling, g Not I, everyday I stay fly Sbs on in the zone I’m in the sky 30,000 feet and steady rising steady climbing Eventually I’ll get signed for rapping all this fly shit Fly shit Eventually I’ll get signed for rapping all this fly shit Fly shit Eventually I’ll get signed for rapping all this fly shit