The vocals that i spit'll make you muthafuckas twicth//
foam out tha mouth, and sell your tv for my cd//
People pawning personal PCs for just enough cheese to cop a walkman and listen to my Lp//
Niggas with beat in their chevy play me heavily//
im in rotation steadily, creepin to tha top of tha charts//
Cause i got instrumentals that'll make your head nod up and down until your damn neck pops//
T-Rell don't stop, is what tha women say//
whether im in tha booth or tha bed, im makin hits//
whatever im in, im gonna grind hard for hours at a time//
cause i know im gettin cream out of it//
Shit a nigga gotta live, but fuck makin ends meet//
ima get em married have kids and all that//
so im gonna stack enough cheese to where my kids aint gotta work//
and their grand kids'll have a tall stack, then im gonna fall back//
