Lyrics

A masterful orchestration is what you facing, a born hustle that mastered being patient

My mission never complete even in my sleep I’m on the go, looking for the news I can use to gain mo, Knowledge is my food , G of G only tool I use too tame a hoe,

You can never go broke making a profit , my name in solons around the globe a hot topic

I’m always on bitches mine or in their mouth , they love the way Tyt taste ,can’t wipe, wash me away or blot me out

I’m the first of an living breed not last of the Mohicans , in a UAB fitted , house shoes
and some dickies

I’m from the magic city where the game cold the women pretty and hustler sho no pity

I’m quic to ask bitches is you picking or you chicken? I got horsepower in these britches and a lot of it cause I’m fast living

If you got hate in ya blood Ioon respect’ya ,
ran off on the connect that’s why Big Ma neglect’cha

Credit card schemes got me 200,000 in some 87 jeans , turn the beat up as I slowly pull off in this 0 13 clean