Westbury get the money, Nasty Nique still out here paperchasin
Like the flyers these promoters promote, paper and time they still wasting
Times a ticking like the pop pop locker at the train station
Who used to pop lockers in high school for x’s and o’s like playstations
Yep Idea was Westbury’s nike vandal, the kid with the Marbury handles
The same kid who use to come to school in them payless sandals
Took on that graffiti handle to give niggas Ideas that they could not handle
And proceeded to knock em out the park like Mickey mantle
Or at least we preceded to spark in Hagar park after dark like a candle
With cigarellos and brownies we stole outta Randall’s
Dust in the wind getting blown in the treezys, with this little breezys
I hear one singing sum songs from lil weezy
Or maybe it was jeezy, or maybe some Gucci mane
Man the sleezy things I used to do for some choocie man
They minds were like trying to hold sand in your hand
They lives like taking a repetitive piss in the fan
But hey, I gave it chance like monopoly
And asked her for trust quite properly
I told this dime say a quarter for your thoughts, bitch tried to give me nickels
I gave a red hot sour look like whats the dill pickle?
Which got me to listen to her style of view
Her words ran me in a circle a mile or two
stillwaters cut deep, its cooler than icesickles when then knife hits you,
so I choose my words carefully like the hospital
God created man, man created machine
Machine runs on gasoline which comes from dinosaur creatine
Some believe that’s like believing Jack with the jelly bean
Africas Children raising teens cause they parents aint got no amphetamines
My niggas back home slanging and gone off promethazine
Brothers blast brothers, crying mothers getting it by any means
Now im not a betting man but I would put this on everything
That by any means we all looking for better means to stack some green
Things aint so fresh and so clean as BET makes it seem
Especially in a world filled Husseins and E.D Imins
Bushes, Reagans, and Clintons, political pushing and pimping
Meth addicts, rapists, secret societies and promiscuous women
Some times I just feel like im just living just to be living
No time like the present but mines aint got no bows or no ribbons
My neighbors gave me this gift with no belles or no trimmings
so im just rapping for paper givin back out the knowledge I was given
So tell me how the fuck a virus jump from a monkey to a junkie
To Then em-bred in the embryo of a young mommy
To give birth a knucklehead raised on knuckle sandwiches
To knocking out Mike Tyson with bloody bandages