They say the love of money is greed but I'm chasing paper till I'm out the ghetto and freed
And I'm not trying to corrupt and mislead but anything goes when you got stomachs to feed
I'm not a rowdy dude, I mostly stay to myself, maintaining my wealth, making sure my presence is felt
You could never feel the pains that I felt, but if the beef pops off slugs from the trey eight will get dealt
Enemies knelt, surrender they belt,
Beefing with me's like beef, bad for your health,
It's so hard ,tryin'a live right and regal,
On that note, hope you pull through Beanie Sigel...
