I cross sands in distant lands made plans with the sheiks Why you beef with freaks as my album sales peak
All I wanted was to sell like 500 And be a ghetto superstar since my first album Blunted I used to work at Foot Locker they fired me and fronted Or I quitted now I spit it however do you want it Now you get it Writing rhymes my range with the frames slightly tinted Then send it to your block and have my full name cemented And if your rhymes sound like mine I'm taking a percentage Unprecedented and still respected when it vintage I'm serious I'm taking over areas in Aquarius Running red lights with my 10 000 chariots Just as Christ was a superstar you stupid star They'll hail you then they'll nail you no matter who you are They'll make you now then take you down And make you face it if you slit the bag open And put your pinky in it then taste it Come on baby light my fire