Lyrics:

Ha ... Fix nigga!(Prefix, album this was on)
My mind sporadically
Same time compatibly
Wayne carter graduate bang bang academy
Change my reality
Thank God for grabbin me
Sort of like him 'cause they can't stop the wrath of me
But hell have no fury
Neither I, even I would walk up in the devils kitchen eat a pie
Greedy I never full gettin' fat
And bitch I gotta itch, so don't let me catch you wit that scra-scra-scratch
Y'all niggaz off the face of the earth
Even Mase came back for the money outta church
So with that on my mission for that money imma work
My divine intervention might be in that woman's purse
Tryna find a betta system but I'm runnin' out of perks
Baby daughter tummy erks
Then daddy heart hurts
So daddy pop at 'em until they heart burst
For my baby girl candy, I make her starburst
9-11 was a fuckin' shame I done saw worst like
What if that bullet would've hit my heart first life
Would it be different I be still fuckin' round wit death
'Cause I got shot after that
And after that I grab the empty cases and tried to throw that bitch back at they faces see that I made it
My nigga reel was on the ground like naw I got up and looked around and grabbed the spot like Ah
I'm hard to kill Hardy har
Cut the music back up and keep the party goin'
Fuck em
And I don't need no grease
I'm a mothafuckin gangsta off eagle street
I don't need the hot boys I still keep my heat
And I ain't gotta squad up I still keep my feet
They call me Michelangelo you paint them so street
But you remove that wallpaper bet that sheet rock weak (haha)
And you and I know what's goin' on
You probably ridin' to a different song
I'm probably ridin' on some different chrome
I'm probably high in a different zone
But when I'm off, we can get it on
I take no days off, catch a shift for my friend
I clock out when I punch in
I'm shootin reel you ain't gotta block out its goin' in 'em
Them rats stop hatin' on the snake the boy venom
The cat like Peyton for the Lakers gonna win 'em
I'm certified stamp, I'm a champion
Like would you bontime
Shit I shoot you nine times
Like you was fifty
But you won't be as likely as fifty
I light me some piffy
Like hella-bright on the enffy
Like what nigga, like me or lift me
I don't duck, I be right in ya city
For them bucks I take me a flight and come and get right, right in ya city yup
I'm juss like diddy and nothin' like puff yeah
I'm sumthin like city he sumthin like young wizzy
My nikes is spiffy I'm hardly a gotti
I'm slightly a nitti all of a carter
Bitch niggaz never bitch me
Bum niggaz never ditch me
Shit I gotta me man I'm raw slip me
Thank God for granting me this moment of clarity, this moment of honesty ain't no moe squad in me HAAH