Intro

[Verse: Mellow Don Picasso & Kewand]
No we don’t play fair
What time you want man we can take it there, yeah
Ain’t nothing that I really fear, nah
So much rack they might think it’s racketeer
Rivals holding bibles
Idols, they got rifles
Please don’t feel entitled
It’s all a cycle
Fooling dimes , I'm fucking with their innocence
Casso paint a picture of these actors since the renaissance
I came for my piece
If you don’t come with it, you rest in it
She pop it for a nigga like she Eddie from that Limitless
Movie, I got no time to stunt
Doubled up the racks
Now they’re matching with my cup
Money doing laps, that's what you call running it up
Gotta make it rain like I came out of the mud
Wassup!?
Yeah, now we be chasing that Peso
Do what I say so, yeah
What goes around comes around
I got a halo
These bitches made up
I see it , it’s ‘Clere’
My head at the top , they kissing my rear
And oh my top ?
That shit disappeared
Where?
I have been looking and I cannot find it
Fuck up my iris, yeah
Supplying these fiends
I might get indided
When it comes to the crown
I’ve dreadlocked it down
I’m busting these rhymes
Bitch look at me now
Cutting you off
You running your mouth
We fucking it up
You fucking around
Whores inside my room like it’s a stable
Giving them the goods
They forgot to pay the waybill
You can play with anything
But don’t play with my paper
Or we might fuck around
And Rob Dinero like Good Fellons
I mean Fellas, damn!

[Outro]
We might fuck around
And Rob Dinero like Good Fellons
We might fuck around
And Rob Dinero like Good Fellons
I mean Fellas, damn!