And i'll take probation   I dont want that T.I and Vick vacation   Private plane, pick location   Im going to the bank to make a big donation   Yeah, I dont stunt i stunt hard   And if the food aint on the stove   I hunt for it   But in the mean time you can call me young roy   Jones Jnr fighting the drugs and gun charge   Shit   Dont leave me unguarded   And ima cheese head, where the vince lambardi   Word to Mark Martin leave a snitch departed   All that blood like the red tea party   My gun go crazy like its retarded   Red light on it like its recordin'   I ain't recordin', im just C-4ing   My currency foreign   We are in a league they aren't   Better dig in your pocket and pay homage   Better cover your eyes, your face fallin   Watch the game from the side im play callin'   No i didnt say that im flawless   But i damn sure dont tarnish   My pistol got comments for your garments   Im so high i can vomit on a comet   KY no homo im on it   Weezy F Baby new bomb bitch   You know what they say about when your palm itch   Im gon get money, money, im gon get   Young Money in ya tummy, and we gon shit   And get that toilet paper quick like when bones spit   Thats right bitch im back on my grown shit   That Audemars Piguet   No ice just chrome shit   And your boyfriend softer than a foam pit   I scream fuck the world with a long dick   Muthafucker im me   Yeah bitch im me   You niggaz sweet like the pussy in which i eat   Fireman burn down your entire street    So fly ima take off when i leap   bye   And you can suck my wings   Stand on my money head butt Yao Ming   Put your hand in the oven if you touch my things   Im shuffling the cards bout to cut my queens   But i aint the dealer(a)   House full of bitchs like Tila Tequila   Im the man in the mirror   My swagga just screamin' muthafucka do you hear her(a)    Drizzy Drake 'what the lick read' (means: how are you doing)   we make magic boy, Roy and sidfreed   Wow   Young Mula Baby   Ya