I anit messing with you can'ts, Someone can do negro, A real-life California hero, About six zeros at the end of the number in my bank account, Nigga
Ha my nigga Politics. Ha my nigga Politics. Ha my nigga Politics. Ha my nigga [Royce Da 5'9"] Seven years and countin, I've been accounting For unaccountable rap problems 'Cause accountant
movies, don't like them actors That's just what I go after That's what I need I-I-I be lookin' 'Cuz all these fakes thugs is tryna press up I need a
loud, but I ain't low Wait for the day that Bubba can't blow And get them fo?sho, bitch can?t blow S.V. style, you know what I?m talking about Mo?fucking bank account
log on, baby Eat this dick up 'til it's all gone baby I ain't fake this site is all no-fiction Real pussy, real dick, real friction Convertin' programs wit these secret powers Accounts
you to be my only wife We didn't make it, I couldn't take it I tried to square up, it's too hard I couldn't fake it And now I see why, since I was knee
come, I just wanna fuck you and cut Treat you like a trampy slut So much game when homies' tough Meet a bitch like you and smooth come up I have your fake ass closin' up bank accounts
or more Talking about shit you never did before You know my macking is cracking, all of the time 24-7 Spitting playboy rhymes I got a serious grind and it sure ain't fake
' real wit you You see the truth is everybody wanna know how close me and snoop is And who I'm still cool wit Then I got these fake ass niggaz I first
bill collectors, Like Jehovah's Witness when they showed up at your door at Christmas, Was broke as dishes, Tryna let it go Hit the club, She drop it low Lower than my credit score, Account
ain't Will they tarnish, will they taint? Glorify me, overthink, say they know me, say I'm great Say I'm phoney, I was fake Say the things about me that
It's all what we need More love, less hate, more real, less fake More grind, less wishin' Less stuntin', more fame, less talkin', more change Less rushin
my kindness for weakness Don't you take my kindness for weakness Don't you take Dilated, yo, yo I might flip but usually a calm individual Armed with accountants
Who's the kid up in the green Land? Me and the RZA connect, blow a fuse, you lose Half-ass crews get demolished and bruised Fake be frontin', hourglass
Venom In the streets I'm peepin' game I can't trust you, no no All up in my bigness mayne I stay on the low low Say they really really fake Can't mess
album out The label don't wanna spend money yo what's that about? No clout, had to settle for a fake amount While my catalog bigger than your bank account
