The flow on that 2nd verse was nasty though
"I keep a European bytch that love selling her coochie
I keep some lil maney nikkas that love inhaling Belushi
I keep a honey bourbon backwood with medical through him
and my schedules are federal, dead president movie
Ben Franks for motivation, dead presidents move me
I'm authentic with all the stitching, you's a replica to me
My intellectual confessionals is definitely gucci
I'm a professional, these nikkas unacceptable to me
Street Knowledge, I'm the nikka you should listen to
Young chemical baby McGrady with the nickel too
All these pagans with the power be despicable
I know some nikkas who done got devoured for the principle
My nikkas moving white powder like a ritual
Clam chowder, I made a few thousand with the physicals
On top of that I'm probably clowning with the digital
Real MOB, I'm sliding through rounding up residuals"
