My watch cost more than a Sophomore
I don't have to talk no more
I could floss some more
Like i just finished eating, seasons greetins
Bouta eat all seasonin' in the cabinet
Only because i have a appetite ravenous
And i got all these rappers type mad and shit
Reason why cause i don't have to write half it
The other half of it be coming from an unknown
Location, sorta like a gun blown
No hatin' but your brains is
On the pavement, and I'm walking away
From the crime scene, with my dime-piece
Feelin like her ass be snitchin'
Nah, her ass just be sittin'
Listenin to me while I'm spittin'