Yo, check, check, check Y'eard (DJ) Tamarind juice with the guava, good zaza Shit you smoke bust your whole [?] Can't keep playing, you gon' be stuck where you stayin' at I can't relax til my mom in a mansion, I'ma be in Paris dancing Algerian bitch, my plan's to get rich, stack up chips Ruth's Chris, Remmy on ice, roll the dice [?] got the Grateful Dead patches Shit I'm rocking have Jerry Garcia laughing Basking in the sun in Aspen before I hit the slopes Your shorty take a sniff of coke Start singing notes, highs and lows Park the sport by the lake The flow make them conversate No hate towards their face Give 'em blue cheese The Runtz got 'em speaking Japanese The Ahki up the street where the fiends be Cameras on just in case a nigga try to G me Ten G's busting out the cards, move packs Money coming in back to back Know what I mean (You said that you love me) Ight I see you Hunna Yo, what up Reed? (And now you love) Look, I got you Look, uh, uh I just let it go, let 'em have it Ain't no method to my madness Stayed in the section with the baddest biddies on the planet When Wiki handed mics, you know he gon' kick it candid Live outlandish, handsome behind the fitted [?] A mix of Mick and Latin, he don't speak a lick of Spanish I blame my frickin' parents but it's my fault, a bitchproduct of sittin' staring Not doing shit but when I spit went nuts like frickin' Karen, isn't it apparent? Respect my merit whether in the crib or running errands Never took advantage when advances shit been given chances See it at a different vantage, sick and damaged But don't get it twisted, shit, the kid can manage (You said that you love me And now you love another baby) It's all good, fuck it