AlterEgo

I got a feelin' nigga really that my money be the root
Look up at the stars, she like "honey, where the roof?"
Pull up, hear the dogs, canaries they goin' "roof"
Even had a job pullin' tar up on the roof
That boy had it hard, no facade, it's the truth
So now when I menage or get massage, it's the proof
Proof's in the pudding, and that baking soda taken
Paper that I'm makin' got her takin' photos naked
Listenin' to niggas like whistling at Wendy Williams
I flip my middle finger, I'm chillin' on 20 million
The rumors turn me on I'm masturbatin' at the top
These hoes so excited so they catchin' every drop
I'm dodging debacles like potholes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed, bury the paper on them acres
Martin had a dream, Bob got high
I still do both, but somehow I got by
Creflo pray, Mike Vick pay, Bobby Brown straight, Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money lookin' funny in the light
But who really cares? We just throw it in the air
Celebratin' wealth, pourin' Moet in her hair
Excuse me, her weave...the bluest of weed
Trunk full of white, car smell like blue cheese
That boy get salad, beef bowel movements
B'M Dub's on them thang's lookin' foolish
Shawty sittin' Lo, Big thangs poppin'
TIP on the glock from a crip up in Compton
Shootin' at the cops; Fuck one-time
I gave her to the block; I fucked one time
We boyz in the hood and nigga you're Lil' Trey
Suppress your appetite, we takin' your lil' tray
Love my handgun, but my choppa still the shit
Banned in 1994 but I'm too legit to quit
90-96 Kilos was the shit, but that was better than roofin'
That shit be bad for ya skin
Niggas was ruthless, Lord knows that I sin
But I thought about my future and the loops I could pin
Walked out on a gig and I turned to the streets
Kept my name low key, I ain't heard from in weeks
I came up wit a strategy to come up mathematically
I did it for the city but now everybody mad at me
Motherfuck em all, they're sweat from my balls
If I drop another album, I did that for my dawgs
10 Maybachs, everybody ridin' big
I just sit back like "LOOK WHAT I DID"
Then I bow my head, and beg for forgiveness
Once I say my prayer everybody back to business
Smokin' on a blunt in my own restaurant
People lookin' from a distance think I'm "Big Daddy Conch"
Reincarnated, spirit of a G
Beef'll make ya dinner, take a seat so we can eat
A Farrakhan aura, pause on the pork
You eat from the bowl while ya dawg need a fork
Niggas ain't loyal, snakes slither and the coil
I'm laughin' at you cuz, kill you niggas when I'm bored
We steppin' on ya crew till them motherfuckers crushed
And makin' sweet love to every woman that you lust
I'd love to pay ya bills, can't wait to pay ya rent
Curtis Jackson' baby mama, I ain't askin' for a ceeennnt
Burned the house down, you gotta buy another
Don't forget the gas can jealous stupid motherfucker
To another chapter, paper that I capture
Caught up in the rapture of gunshots and laughter
Homocide is humor and nigga you lookin' funny
Women love to stare cuz they know they see the money
I open up her mind by openin' bank accounts
Deposit a hundred stacks, break up won't take it out
Baby that's a gift, maybe you can live
I knew it wouldn't work but...I just like to give
Used to run the street, young nigga barefeet
Now I'm into suites, and I'm eatin' crab meats
Ice so right, other rappers envy
They callin' all my jewelers up askin' what it's spendin'
Thinkin' bout Boss, not thinkin' bout them
This a letter to my enemies, one I won't send
Amen