Broke n*ggaz hatin me
Gold diggers pray for me
Only Kraft Foods more better at makin cheese
My n*ggaz be over the stove
Cookin the snow that they make for fiends
I'm number one with the flow
For you below
There's some vacancies
So play your position
Cuz my grind is something different
I gotta ride
Make another mission
I-95 for another shipment
Die when I find out someone is snitchin
I'm gonna find me another victim
Cuz I'm all about my paper
Dunder Mifflin
Don't get sh*t confused
You and me got different views
Imma be on MTV
Or my crime will be on the news
And I don't give a sh*t
That's what I ain't got sh*t to lose
Is she don't want my d*ck
She must not be into dude
SFTP is in this b*tch
My team ballin
And I lead the league in the assists
We scheming to get rich
This sh*t gets deep as the abyss
You may not want to kiss your girl
Cuz I've been skeetin on them lips

Man I put that on everything
Everything, everything
Like, everything?
Everything
Man I put that on everything
That I love
On my momma, money and drugs
You can f*ck with me if you want
But I'll put a n*igga body under that mud
On everything

We smoke until our chests hurt
That's when we do our best work
Haters going hard
Cuz we flowin hard
With hardly any effort
The way that we get that cheese
That bread
That dough
Our reality show
Would have to be on Food Network
I'm Jason Bourne on these streets
Perform to OD's beats
Got more whores
Than four Mormons
Up in these sheets
I smoke 'till I'm stoned
Like a statue
The flow is comin at you
Like a porn in 3D
From the Chi but I came here so
To get me the money
And never make it slow
Get in my way
A n*gga's face will go
Where my laces go?
N*gga taste the flow
I'm the weatherman
Made it rain with snow
F*ck the industry
Cuz our buzz in the streets have 'em yellin
Don't taze me, bro!
Never will we sleep
We the realist up on it
When I feel like I'm fallin
I will still put my all in
Married to the streets
Never will we annul it
Cuz I feel like our call
Is to be Phil Jackson ballin
On everything
Motherf*cker on everything

Man I put that on everything
Everything, everything
Like, everything?
Everything
Man I put that on everything
That I love
On my momma, money and drugs
You can f*ck with me if you want
But I'll put a n*igga body under that mud
On everything