Don’t wanna have to chase you down ’bout them stack

Ounces in my mothafuckin’ pantry
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancin’,
Just dropped some bandos on some glasses,
Just dropped your bitch off, man, that hoe so nasty
Huh, all about that paper, can’t miss a beat,
I’ma get some cho-cho, one thing ’bout me,
Gossip all that hoe shit, miss me with that
I could put you frontline, just bring it back


These Days I’m So Focused


Lupe the Raptivist


Ignorance that the world isn’t ours, the God
Give them all showers
Tony found the fountain of youth, in the mountain of power
To only find truth in the fountain, drowning in power
Surrounded with dollars