It´s what you all been waiting for ain´t it
Your weekly entertainment
For me to get a hold of this beat
Go ahead claim it
I´m about to paint a picture

You niggas go ahead frame it
Since we gettin Seinfeld
On some Jerry and Elaine shit
I flow far from mediocre
And if we talking cards I will fold him with the poker
You and your whole crew are like a deck of 54
So it´s obvious ya´ll gone steady be rollin with some jokers
And me I´m rolling with some brokers
Like damn could you niggas get any broker?
I got my new girl so content
Just save yourself the embarrassment, don´t even approach her
Disguise your self, go buy a costume
I am making stock works, while you working stock rooms
(ughh) and I was praying I would drop June

But label reps applying pressure to make them pop tunes
So I keep it rocking for Pete´s sakes
You fake gangsta rappers a cliché
And if you ain´t talking dough when you meet Drake
I´ll be in your face
Like no speak-a la ingles
Soon as you hear it you quote it
They try to be the one that I done left out the show with
But trust me I´m aware, and my cars right there
Is this interior enough for ya´ll ulterior motives
Cause if you like it ya´ll should stick with me
My money good, I ain´t never had to flip a ki
Alotta ice, alotta cream like Dickey Dee
Might cut the phone and disapear like Mishy Me

But I´mma try and have you on the trip with me
Slid in threw a Henri Bendel like it´s slippery
And your ex man is a hater officially
Probably cause he know I´m exactly what you wish he be
Yeah that´s the reason why he looking hard
Cause I´ve done snatched the chips ahoy out the cookie jar
He just mad cause his girls at the house
With her tongue sticking out
Like a Michael Jordan rookie card
Let me address this, pardon me while I fix
A couple subliminal lines caught me in the mix
I guess he thought he could of been Gotti in the flix
But at this point I´m just poking a body with a stick
Nowadays rapping is a children´s hobby

And girls keep telling me I´m still this snobby
I tell them myself who I am feeling probably
Just because I got a buzz like a building lobby
It ain´t a song that your ass finna skipp
I tried to sell weed, give me cash for this zip
The way your girlfriend pumped me up in the car
Seem like she don´t really need no gas for the trip
Millionaire shades, fade with the waves
I smirk at a nigga if he still rocking braids
That just let´s me know that we ain´t on the same page
And that goes out to every nigga except Trey
I´m outta here baby, they asked me about the past years and how does it phase me
I wouldn´t take it back, naww not if they pay me
Mr. betcha that´s expensive cause it´s not a fugazi

Spittin a crock pot of bottemless gravy
The shit is so nasty, how is it tasty?
And you can probably find him walking out of a Macy´s
Forget it girl, they just thinking how to replace me
Exit with a joke, leave these niggas some hope
You took that Ye beat and put that shit in a choke
Well I´m thinking I should leave out on this note
Nigga keep your two cents I ain´t trynin leave you broke
Life of a Don, lights keep glowing
Come up in the club with that fresh shit on
Something crazy on my arm
And here´s another hit barry bonds