Cash Money Tempo

Tacoma boys for the win You came to the party with a joint full of trim Got a poisonous pen Watch the way I write 'em off Wouldn't give me the time of day Now I ain't got no time to talk Got my SoundCloud starter kit Now I guess I gotta go buy a watch Diamond cross, find some thots, tattoo 69 across My muthafuckin' face & be a rapist Get online and cause a bunch of shit With Bloods & Crips then try to hide behind the cops I roll the dice because I like the odds Take what you love and treat it like a job I don't take losses, they lessons, f*ck all the minor costs But takin' food off my table, that'll get you outlined in chalk Final thought, now all these rappers just wanna bite it, stop They lie a lot, you got me screwed up bitch I ain't Michael Watts Buy a slot, nobody give a f*ck bout them likes you bought And I ain't payin' Fatboy SSE to say this rhyme is hot I smoke the whole car ride, better crack a window This'll melt ya harddrive, it ain't accidental Yeah, I get it, smart guy, you can rap a little Till I set the bar high like we bad at limbo How you gonna tell me I ain't worth 8 mill? Cuz I don't pop molly, sip syrup, take pills? Bitch, I'm grindin' hard, while you at the workplace still I'm gettin' money under the table, earthquake drill I think I found my tempo I think I found my tempo I think I I think I found my I think I found my tempo Rack me out, bitch, I take Paypal or Venmo I think I found my tempo