This is more than you expected or thought Something like A-Rod and Jeter at second and short I rap now, 'cause you can bring a check in with thoughts And it's the only way to get out second to sports Who would think I would check into 'ports Draggin' a Louis Vuitton pulley while I check in resorts Where I'm from, the DT's checking ya shorts For the stuff you injecting or snort, it's real talk And the critics still don't get it I'm flashing for mo'fuckers That work hard but they still won't get it This young boys still gon' spit it These are my shoes, with two pairs of socks on you still won't fit it Even if you tighten the latch I'm one of the few who make it look as easy as lighting a match The dealer say I look right in the hatch So I'm scheming on the Bentley wagon with the Breitling to match And I'm back in the stu' writing from scratch With an extended clip and a site on the ratch' So it's no bystanders Let me excuse you out the world So they can say I showed my manners I can call so many ho's I should go by Santa And put them in a schedule and go by planner I drive fast, like dude who used to blow Diana And don't hit the breaks when I blow by scanners Now it takes a good singer to blow on your record And a lawyer that won't let it show on your record Ghetto!