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 arches 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 lustrous 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 niggas You confided in the shipment 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, goons and lump sums Tickering 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 Four 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 shadow 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' © UNIVERSAL-SONGS OF POLYGRAM INT'L; ORGANIMZ MUSIC INC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com