WHAT I LOOK LIKE

Now what I look like
And if it ain't money, I don't look right
Corvettes and private jets, I don't book flights
Gamble for the money, but I don't shoot dice
Shoot just like dice, I shoot once, not twice
Shoot so precise but I still punch, fight
Mr. Maxo Tookie, had a Crip blue, Suge Knight
Every time they see me they like, "Ooh, there's new ice"

New G63, cut the roof, now the top back
We shootin' 223s out the roof, knock his top back
I'm in another league, when I speak you can't talk back
'Cause I talk big racks and I tote big straps
Yeah, I can't snort lines because I sold crack
And I don't do lines, I sleep through these bags
Don't sneak diss online 'cause I still squeeze nines
Just pull a lil' flatline and push your shit back

Now what I look like
And if it ain't money, I don't look right
Corvettes and private jets, I don't book flights
Gamble for the money, but I don't shoot dice
Shoot just like dice, I shoot once, not twice
Shoot so precise but I still punch, fight
Mr. Maxo Tookie, had a Crip blue, Suge Knight (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Every time they see me they like, "Ooh, there's new ice"

Rippin' and flippin' that thing, I ship it off, grab a book tight (yeah)
Niggas that's missin' the smack, I still got crack, I got good white (yeah)
Check it for twenty-eight racks, I said I'll be back if it cooked right (yeah-yeah)
184 pounds, bitch, I'm the real skinny Suge Knight (woo)
Keep 'em packaged in the check-in baggage, that's one the rabbit holes (yeah)
Nigga ran off, had to toss his ass in a rabbit hole (yeah)
I just copped the Buckhead condo for my Atlanta hoes (bitch)
Gettin' sloppy top with the .7 in automatic mode
I pray Lord, Allah, got forgiveness for killers (yeah)
We pray when we lost but forget when we winnin' (yeah)
Courthouse, penitentiary, was not my intention
My front door, my front seats, in front of my engine, yeah
Sports cars off the work, call 'em work cars (yeah)
They hold on like a hitta, blow, I let the first part (yeah)
For Christmas time, I got obituaries for your squad
I put that shit on VVL 'cause I don't swear to God, yeah

And what the fuck I look like
And if it ain't money, I don't look right
Corvettes and private jets, I don't book flights
Gamble for the money but, I don't shoot dice
Shoot just like dice, I shoot once not twice
Shoot so precise but I still punch, fight
Mr. Maxo Tookie, had a Crip blue, Suge Knight
Every time they see me they like, "Ooh, there's new ice"