Lyrics:

[Intro]
And one, two, three, four

[Verse 1]
All these beats go dumb in the stereo
But I'm just too smart for the radio
Masked up like a young Rey Mysterio
Mask off when I'm back in the studio
Mac ain't make it to twenty-seven
Pac ain't make it to twenty-six
Big' ain't make it to twenty-five
It's only right that I gotta get rich
Cut niggas off and I curse niggas out
Niggas thirsty for help
It's a motherfucking drought (bitch, it's dry)
Niggas envy when you famous first
They don't know what they name is worth (they don't know)
Please excuse my grammar (please)
See my opps getting filled with anna (okay)
This game lik5 Home Depot
Coz they got k5ys, hoes, and hammers (for the low, for the low)
Niggas' gangsters, killers, and scammers
We was out dodging bullets and cameras
When you broke, niggas won't throw slander
Get money, now your ass can't stand us, man
I want a whole lot of green and a pair of nice jeans
I been with the new beam and this pair of ice creams
Ever since I was a teen (uhh! Huh!)
I been focused on the cream (uhh! Huh!)
Want the clothes and the kicks and (what?)
Genius