Raps will be actin' ill

And that's exactly how I feel shoutout to Guru

Don't base my whole life on loot but money sure helps

I keep it tight like army boots to ensure wealth

I meet suckers every day that rhyme they say they rhyme

Most of them corny as hell they won't get paid a dime

A lot of these punks they all sound the same

They all sound lame fakin' like they down with the game

Against me they fail

I'm like the black Frankie Ale

I leave 'em slumped and their bodies dumped over the rail

Show me respect then cut me a fat check

You little n***as are like virgins you haven't had a*s yet

Wet behind the years while I've been spittin' darts for years

Don't make me embarrass you in front of your so-called peers

The fools gassed you in the first place dirt face

Cocksucker thought you had wins got stuck in the worst place

And that's when I attack your fears

'Cause I'm a real racketeer get my money and bring it back here