Beware

I've been killing these beats since I was seven When they first wanted smoke, I was eleven I ain't know nothing bout hell, much less heaven I still dressed to impress, let me freshen up on a lesson Okay, A squared plus B squared equals C squared If I pull up on a pussy nigga, he gon' be scared See, I was told money's being made, I'm finna be there I just got a text from my ex, Talkin' bout beware Boy I stepped out the womb on ten toes They done let your boy out the box too early I'm choppin' bento I'm a black king and got traded to Sacramento If I eat, then we (Wii) eat, Nintendo I wake up at four in the morning to get going I don't care if it's wet outside and steady pouring If I gotta Chase my money to the bank, I'm all for it I hate when I get caught up in traffic and need to floor it Cause the bag needs gettin' to I don't really like to talk about the things I get into Uh huh just know I get it too Every now and then, I seem to change the things I listen to I focus on my vices when I know it's not the mission fool I hope my days get better and my nights get longer That I'm paid all my cheddar and my pockets get stronger I guess I'm addicted to fine livin' and fine women A big Benz and a big bed, with fine linens I took a trip out to Lebanon Just to make a hollow point and get my Lenon on When I got ice on my neck, it freeze like black beetles do I got more black that don't crack than Don Cheadle do Uh huh, you should see the dude Lately, I've been thinking about moving tax brackets I'm rack stackin' In fact, I packed a million (in) my mattress I've been cookin' since the break of dawn and I'm back snackin They ain't think I spun the block, I still went back packin If my game don't pass, Mr. Gates, I need bills Call the firefighters Cause when I rap, the heat kills Been burnin' money on gas and cheap thrills Gotta keep it together so he masks how he feels My therapist told me I think about money too much And that's how I know he ain't gettin' enough Hell nah, I thought a broke boy said a lil' sum I just seen your bank account and you can count a lil' sum Matter fact, a low sum, you should know some If money sprouted off of trees, then you could grow some Instead, I work it out of dirt and then I smoke some I'm makin' my money up out the mud, call that a gross sum I'm wholesome, but that's why I need a two-five I signed me an extension with the Eagles cause I'm too fly She worried about protection, so my safety's cover two high I'm in love with the game, every time I play, I'm ready to die I had to learn the hard way Water and blood apparently can be crossable I'm clutchin' on my crucifix, the mission feels impossible But I'ma be wealthy, I promise you Uh, yes we can You got me talkin' like Obama do Every man don't got ambition like my mama do And ma do be dukin She don't call me no sweet shit like Pookie, that's just stupid Even roses smell like dookie if them bitches ain't from Cupid Beware the nigga that dreams, he's lucid He sent no invitation, to fear so it's excluded He smokes a lot of green and makes it too, the air's polluted He seems to be that guy we've all concluded