What
  Yea
  Yo, flaws and fallacies of life
  Material items and shit
  Beware motherfuckers
  Word up, don't let it getcha, you know?
  This shit ain't nothing
  One time, check him out
  
  Yo, you live the life of a hustle
  Not sympathetic to a user
  Making cats fast taking trips to Bermuda
  Elegant women, all lovely and feminine
  Houses with arces, and big pools for swimming in
  Big transactions, swiping all the action
  Driving a Benz and Lex, you be like maxing
  Jewels be on truck shit
  Rims with fat clusters
  Diamonds on your teeth, shining shimmers and lusterous
  And God's hanging sideways, holding your head high
  Cruising through a block, so you past a dreads
  Now the dreads are looking hard at your face Mr. Fly Guy
  Unaware tonight their gonna do a fucking drive by
  Go home watch a sci-fi flick, with a chick, till
  10pm, now it's time for you to dip
  Go round up a few men hold a classified
  Info inside, hand picked these nigga's you confided in the shippment
  To pick up quick, click off Clyde's
  Seven numbers for you if their gonna demise
  A scheme of betrayal
  Guess in your valley you was higher then self
  Work, short from another fly guy
  By george i think he's got it
  Chicks gooms and lump sums
  Trickering 5-0 wild to be like dumb dums
  One of the few never having a heart
  Issue was smart some ass with it
  Came to cash don't give a shit
  Attitude more money, and more money
  Dog days bright, and more sunny
  4 in the morning drinking Seneca apple juice in the rent a car
  Neighborhood star, got riddled and scarred
  A lose cannon or cannons
  Over famish foe, became shaddow or did death and did (damage)
  Now I knew this kid true to life
  Word life, he preached righteousness and shit
  And turned to be a "Hypocrite"