Yeah, yo, I'm the nigga with the perpetual oyster bars   Mother of pearl delivery, voice of God   And it's hard just being the boss   Being I can't go to jail 'cause them years will cost me   Don't get me wrong, lay a nigga down if he force me   Rather just sit back and roll a Dutch   Think how I'ma put the game in the cobra clutch   Think about how I'ma get the cocaine over customs      Never underestimate niggaz or over trust them   Uh, yeah them M's is right in my face   I just gotta throw my timbs on and tighten my lace   If it don't jam, the tech will spray   When I spit everybody gotta split like pepper spray   'Cause I'm a nigga that hate to settle   I'm a man of the Lord but I still can't shake the Devil   Moved away and still can't escape the ghetto, what      The time to talk is up so bring the heat, that time is over   While you running your mouth, I'm creeping up over your shoulder   A gun, a knife, a bat, a brick, anything I can get my hands on   Call my bluff, start actin' up, and I'll leave you underground      I know how to get my pairs off me   They can cry and die from high blood pressure 'cause tears are salty   It's a symptom if you bobbin' your head   Know that he's sick, know the flow is ridic', now throw him a grip   When I get it, you already know I'm throwin' them bricks   Puttin' purple everywhere, daddy, I'm throwin' them nicks   That's right, homey, you can't move me   I ain't goin' nowhere, I'm in the hood like bootleg movies      All you shootin' is the breeze, a bootleg uzi   I'm just waitin' on a queue like Suzie, don't lose me   These penitentiary chances that I take   Should be able to get the mansion by the lake   But I invest my bread into something else   Into something else that'll make something melt   You just gotta feel the kid   If not rap for the fact of how real he is, whatup      The time to talk is up so bring the heat, that time is over   While you running your mouth, I'm creeping up over your shoulder   A gun, a knife, a bat, a brick, anything I can get my hands on   Call my bluff, start actin' up, and I'll leave you underground      Aiyo, niggaz know the champ is in here   He took it from crack to rap, now he put out two anthems a year   And I just wanna rock for a century   And then chase the book with the documentary   If you can't do none other than flow   Life's a bitch like the mother from blow, let's go   Don't make me put your heart in your lap   Fuck ridin' the beat nigga, I parallel park on the track      Hop out lookin' crispy, fresh and new   In the six, but it's a BM, and it's Pepsi blue   And, I don't know you   But I know a man becomes a man   From all the shit that he go through   Ya'll ain't fuckin' with Jason   After I cash in, there's really no justification   Of how I'm gonna change the game, so don't get outta line   'Cause this little nine will change your frame, what up      The time to talk is up so bring the heat, that time is over   While you running your mouth, I'm creeping up over your shoulder   A gun, a knife, a bat, a brick, anything I can get my hands on   Call my bluff, start actin' up, and I'll leave you underground