Verse 1 I can do anything, Thats what my mama said Thats what my daddy taught, Learned that before I walked Always passed my goals, I refused to fold Even when I hit the bottom I was on a roll First it was M4L, then it was BBE Somethings changed, now I’m doing me Now I gotta brand, and I'm in demand Wanted this lifestyle since Entourage On Demand I just bounced back, and I held my ground Back against the wall, watch DiNero put it down I'm the best around, I was lost & found (Matterfact) I remember getting clothes from that lost & found Verse 2 I can do anything, and I won't stop All I see is green, since I left the block From the Tri-State, dropped the dead weight Now I'm floating to the top! Macy's Parade Remember Food Stamps, before that E-B-T So I dreamed a better life, seen on B-E-T I guess I had it scrambled, now my buzz is Bacon So when they egged me on, I decided take it! All I know is ball, every shot is Swish! When I’m in the streets, Only way I’m hitting bricks But that’s in my past, (What Else) Hip-Hop my present And my fans the future so I’m killing every presence Verse 3 I can do anything, that goes for me and you I’m the living proof, that your dreams can come true Yeah I sold some drugs, Yeah I did some time Bottled up my life, released it thru some rhymes Now I’m on my grind, DiNero for my Team If you ain’t getting paid, come join the Money Team It’s #TeamDiNero, so you know the perks Everybody eating, now come get this work

DiNero, low down dirty perro Goodfella, call me Robby DiNero Make it clap like busta, on these busters Groupies that rush us, feigning like I’m Ush-Usher Raymond, Amen, in my Ray Bans Cave the pussy in, call me a Caveman Stab it like Jason, on Vacations Meet you in the deep end, after the weekend Let her scream, while I’m diggin out her spleen Peeling back the jeans, I’m a share it with the team So we joke about it next day, while we sip Mimosa’s How she got a head, with ferocious halitosis Ugh, now we know she swallows She said she was a model, but now she’s the motto Running round hollow, where we go she follow I don’t give a fuck, so she celibate tomorrow Been major, was buzzing way before a pager Since that Sega, with the Celtics vs Lakers Known gamer, better check the BI-O Hi-Hoes, what I chant like a dwarf so Get low, and drop it in slow mo Promo, it depends on ya intro So if we ever meet, guarantee I beat Otherwise, you probably putting mileage on ya cleats Outside looking in, while we in looking out I don’t even know her name, but I put it in her mouth Put it down no doubt, red lips like Stefani She gotta fat booty, so my duty that poonani Ha Haa... You might as well blow the whistle Ha Haa... You never seen it so official Ha Haa... I’m a crazy motherfucker So ya bitch subscribe, cause you know she want these issues One hit and I’m gone Outer Space Gotta bong on my waist, with my arm in her face She wanna smoke witta Ace, so I stroke in her face To the head, how it taste? Take notes, cause the flow so so def No joke right?, no hoe go left TD, I ain’t talking Top Dawg But that’s me Frank in her Buns - Hot Dog Can’t stop but the kid see Red If you wind up dead, must’ve been in my way So stay in ya place, I would recommend I chop hands if you reach for my dividends Never end, once I push the start button So don’t start nothing, but please stop frontin’ Ya’ll niggas ain’t even in my category What I been thru, couldn’t find a sadder story I ain’t here trying to sell a sob story 30 years old based on a true story I got now, don’t really care who’s next Unless it’s sex, then a nigga really want it now I put it down, no matter how the beat kick My feet swift, a slicker cat than Heathcliff Halloween only time you see me treat tricks It’s a wrap with Saran, when I heat this Speechless, that’s how I’m leaving every critic Like ya baby moms or ya moms when I hit it Fuck it, I’m a mother fucker when I hit it Never playing in the game, I don’t do the scrimmage Got cold feet? Better take a seat Got cold feet? Better take a seat Got cold feet? Better take a seat Got cold feet? Better take a seat Undefeated with the flow, defeated the beat Undefeated with the flow, defeated the beat Undefeated with the flow, defeated the beat Undefeated with the flow, defeated the beat

You a broke bitch – so shut up Money talks, get your bread up And we used to fuck but I got fed up Now I’m eatin'... Queso, Cheddar You a broke nigga – so sit down #TeamDiNero, that’s how we get down And we used to be cool, now I’m hot dog Still the hottest on the block On ya block dog Oh you didn’t know, I gotta newer flow Pulled some newer hoes, now I got some newer dough You in the same spot, you was in last year Like last year, And last year It sound funny, but it’s sad that it’s truthful Yeah I’m an old head, that’s what I’m used to All these young bucks, they all dumb fucks All I do is count money, and they funds suck I take the high road, onto bigger figgas And I’m too tall, can’t see these little niggas I’m a star player, never seen the bench The only time you seeing work, is with a monkey wrench ///// Bitches wanna twitter this, wanna twitter that Nevermind, no time for that chitter chat And the shit I tweet, steady get retweeted While you unfollowed and ya tweets get deleted I did it my way, so nigga quit bitching Bitches be bitches, and niggas be bitching Swear the streets changed, mostly ass wipes Take a walk in my hood, get ya pass swiped Ugh... Never forget where you came from Never forgot, cause I’m never going back Matter Of fact, it’s a wrap with this track These niggas wanna plank, so we leave em on they back Started from the bottom, now I’m here Now I’m sharing different whips full of chicks come kick it Started from the bottom, now we here Now we sharing different whips full of chicks come kick it

Put ya bottles (Up), We got models (Yup) I got Avion, in this red (Cup) I’m the next (Up), We the best (What) #TeamDiNero DAII, now you know what’s (Up) When I’m in the place, bottles in my space Models by my waist, they on that paper chase See it in my face, yeah they love the smile Let the haters hate, I’m here for awhile You can take shots, I’m a take shots $1,000 on while you in a tank top When I show up, they tell me hold up “Sir The Usual?”, I tell em pour up I ain’t gon’ lie, I ain’t gon’ stop All I see is green, so I can’t stop Man I’m past hot, you just luke warm We in the V-I-P, what is you on?! You on a futon, we in the booth strong If you ain’t reppin’ TD you can move on I put my crew on, I gotta few blondes And by the end of the night, I’ll have some new blondes I tried to get a buzz, Now I gotta buzz Bottles by the case, I call it groupie love I know this girl a lush, I ain’t trying to rush For those that can’t hang, don’t forget to flush Put Ya Bottles Up, Put Ya Bottles Up What You Drinking On? Avion In My Cup! Put Ya Bottles Up, Put Ya Bottles Up What You Drinking On? Avion In My Cup! Now my brim low, and my eyes lower I can feel the buzz, so I sip slower I’m a regular, certified money thrower Cause my team got green like a lawnmower I had to work hard, so I play hard Still a ACE in the deck, no playing cards I’m a point guard, bottles in the center Once was a sinner, emerged as a winner I prefer Silver, I don’t do the Gold But my team drink whenever and I pay the toll No squares in my circle, I’m on a roll And my whole style butter, I’m on a roll I got sponsors, at my concerts I’m a star in the middle like Converse Every venue, that I been through Put Avion Tequila on the menu /////////////////////////////////////////////// I gotta few chicks, You gotta few dicks I’ll be swimming in the pussy - You in deep shit Cause my whole kliq, got they own chick Maybe one or two more, if the hoes fit Bandz A Make Her Dance, Bandz A Make Her Dance But, I guarantee this drink get me in her pants I don’t wanna dance, unless we in the sheets I don’t sex women, I only fuck freaks I let her suck me, till she wanna fuck me And I charge a fuck fee, if you wanna fuck D This is grade A, only the best beef Shorty pull down ya pants, I got the best seat I take a nobody, now she a somebody And, when I’m done, I give her back to somebody I’m the realest, find somebody realer If you can’t feel this, you got the wrong tequila

Man it’s nuffin’, Man it’s nuffin’ When it comes to bitches, I fill em up like stuffin’ Man it’s nuffin’, Man it’s nuffin’ I’ll take ya bitch nigga, who the fuck you snuffin’ Hold up, let me make this here clear Better ask ya peers, whose that nigga you should fear I catch you in the streets, you’ll be stuck - like a deer Give ya girl the beats, she’ll be stuck - in her rear I’m a classy nigga, slightly nasty nigga If you seen her with me, you ain’t gotta ask me nigga You know what it is, you know what I does Slide the ring off her finger, and I show her love I’m in Vegas, so it’s only right I SIN Sin City life, if I gamble I’mma WIN So if you bet against me, ya ODDS is pretty low I’m sitting pretty though, unlike that silly flow Oh... That reminds me of this other thing I’m still the champ, I’m just going for another ring Break my achilles heel, So, who gon’ hold me? You can be King James, I’mma be Kobe Alot of people in my business who don’t matter You know what I tell em? Mine over matter So, what’s mine? It doesn’t even matter Cause we know yours, prolly ain’t worth the chatter I’m a veteran, I did it with no album Oh you just mad, cause I’m stylin’ Yeah I’m wildin’, I’m astounding And if you like her, don’t bring her around then I’m enigmah, my flow is charisma You a Lion King, ya name should be Simba Broke up the band, way too many members Especially since I was the one spitting ether Solo dolo you can call the Kid Cudi Lost a million dollars, from the site Cutty Buddys All I need, is my weed, and my bitches I can just depend on myself for the riches

These niggas rather hate, than congratulate I'm eating good, way before I even had a plate I give credit, whenever the credits due But, when it's you, the credit is never due It's all good, I'm good in every hood Real recognize real, it's always understood Yeah I'm on the beats, you can hear it in the streets When I'm playing in the field, I leave my mark like cleats I see you on ya Twitter, looking real bitter We got the Fresh Step, no cat litter Known to get it poppin' like a bottle in the club Ain't nobody stopping all the rappers show me love What up K. Dot, resurrected hip-hop One line, and he made this whole shit pop King Of N-Y, and he rep Compton Lamar a Center Fielder now like Kenny Lofton Great for the sport, meet me on the court I got sick of seeing idols in the court Bubblegum music, Dance chick hits These niggas corny like a Van Damme flick Got these new rappers hating, I don't see why Who the King Of NY, since B-I-G died Nothing but respect, for that Top Dawg nigga Cause let's face it, he's that Top Dog nigga Watch the dick riders, cum to the surface Hating on me, then you prolly missed the purpose I’m Curt Hennig with the flow, Mr. Perfect You Guerilla Black with the flow, worthless A handful of tracks, and sorry responses And Maino’s the New York cat I would sponsor Hi Hater, See You Later! You prolly be on top with some flavor Niggas wanna act, but niggas never rap Made it in the game, but they still talking crap Bring it back to the essence, that’s whats missing Read between the lines, cause this ain’t even dissing But it’s...

The name Danny DiNero First thing first you hand me Dinero Oh, you ain't know? I been bout money since I been broke Now I'm doing shows wear expensive clothes All I chase is money and bring the hoes Never followed though, until the flow If it ain't the flow, it's fa sho the dough I'm just keeping it real The whole industry is a movie reel All I see is actors Fiction rap, and you call them rappers? They ain't even good at that Tell these lil kids put the cookies back Now stay out the jar, go play in the yard You dudes ain't hard, these dudes is frauds ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// WORK WORK All we do is WORK x8 ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Watch me revive the game These rap cats lazy, style is lame Up to me, everybody fired #TeamDiNero, that’s an empire DiNero The New Wave Even French dudes, telling me touche Thankfully, I got the glow now No more Flowjo, guaranteed Touchdown This ain't Country Grammar But, I spit hot ish go ask ya mamma I got the key to the city 6-1-9, I'm like New York's Diddy Take That Take That Put ya hands up, if you feel real rap Take That Take That Put ya hands up, if you feel real rap ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// WORK WORK All we do is WORK x8 ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// And, it all starts with rap My life on beats, expose the trap #TeamDiNero connected So you got no choice but to respect it I don’t really care for fame Gotta different drive, in a different lane Trying to feed the fam So like Rakim, gotta master plan Yeah we out here So nevermind that what you hear thru ya ear To the point like a spear You was once in the front, now in the rear Take it back to the essence Cause I got the gift, so I’m here in ya presence I’m fighting for the glory And this right here, based on a true story ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// WORK WORK All we do is WORK x8 //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////

Do me a favor, don't do me any favors I work hard for every penny fuck a hater My team major, more bite than a gator I had the dreamcast, way before a Sega You say I ain't major, you a motherfucking lie Moved 100,000 units, and I didn't even try I put money in ya pocket, while we on the topic Now you back on the streets, while I'm still in the cockpit Nigga stop it, I see green (Press Play) Flow like Jet Li, bars like Es-Says I ain't talking wet backs, But the best back Past the set back, screaming where the checks at?! I'm on a mission, while these rap cats gone fishin Trying to stack my chips and, stash my sons tuition I gotta bad bitch, who stuck through the hard times So I when I flip the script, no more cards declined Rewind, I remember from the start I was on that eJay, now I'm chilling on the charts I'm just trying to leave my mark, so tell me where to park For now I'm in overdrive, I refuse to park I want royalties, fuck a 9-5 Convicted felon, I already did my time I think bigger than a 401K Work 25 years barely 50 bucks a day ///////////////////////////////////////////////// You wanna trust us, well it just-is Ask Trayvon Martin, about the Justice No Zimmer-man, I’m the glimmer-man Gone before you know it, you won’t remember man I can’t fail with the weight, on my shoulders Gotta baby mom, who makes my soul colder I’m trying to wake ya game up, no Folgers So now you know, why you got the cold shoulder They wanting me to quit, but never was a quitter So even when I lose, I still feel like a winner If you giving it ya (all), get up when you (fall) Show em what you got, when ya backs against the (wall) I swear to god, I was made for the success So many failures, I know I’m up next I tried to be the backbone, for my subjects But, they didn’t share my vision for what comes next Blood, Sweat, Tears never take a day off So I’m a work my ass off, waiting for the pay off Faggots all on my dick, just stay off When it comes to rap, I ain’t never missed the playoffs I’m a champ, I don’t need a ring for it I beat the system, and I ain’t have to sing for it I’m a champ, I don’t need a ring for it I beat the system, and I ain’t have to sing for it

I should've known, that you was wrong Felt the vibes from the first chat on the phone Only thinking with my Bone-though Bitches got me off my game like Romo So I step back, take a quick one So many fish in the sea (I picked this one) I tried to be a better dad than my dad was I look back and wish I used my magnums It kinda hurt to say, cause that's a little me But the past ruined chances for my little D I know he gon' say, where my daddy at But, his moms only focus where the baggy at She was my first pick, now she's my first bitch If it wasn't for my son, she'd be worthless I could be a dick, and steal em from his mother But, then I think about growing up without a brother That's real spit, I'm living real shit You couldn't walk a mile in my chucks real shit I been doing this, since Rappers Delight Only on the mic, cause no rappers' alike I think it's only right, that I set shit straight Before I tie her ass up, like I'm Christian Grey And, I just might give her backshots for the last time Cause the last time, I used as a past time So I'm kinda feeling now, like she owe me one Leave the camcorder running, while she show me some What can I say, I gotta thing for the bad blondes And the spanish type, hair mad long She was my first pick, now she's my first bitch If it wasn't for my son, she'd be worthless I could be a dick, and steal em from his mother But, then I think about growing up without a brother I failed my first test, next one I'm a study A best friend first, then a cutty buddy I'm a treat her like a Queen, so she treat me like a King We can scream fuck the world, us over everything ... And I mean what I say ... Todays a new day I learned from my mistakes, so she ain't gotta suffer Plus she a bad bitch, so I gotta cuff her I feel aggy, till I squeeze on her fatty And, she suck me like Maggie, when I fuck she call me daddy She's my princess, but it ain't no incest Just a return, from all the bullshit I invest She was my first pick, now she's my first bitch If it wasn't for my son, she'd be worthless I could be a dick, and steal em from his mother But, then I think about growing up without a brother

I’m just trying to get the pound cake, No ice cream I gotta nice lean, giving bitches pipe dreams They be wondering, is it thundering When I put it in, she looking back with that Lauren London grin Real niggas, know the shit I’m talking Bitch niggas, know the shit I’m talking It’s really nothing, for these motherfuckers bluffing Catch me in the cut puffing, prolly with ya bitch fucking Thanksgiving, so I treat her like she stuffing When she spread on my bed, only time you see me cuffing Ain’t nothing but the truth, spittin’ off the roof Got me feeling like Pac, so I’m killing in the booth You gotta feel me, like a pop up book You know it’s haters, when they pop up look But they all quiet, so I got them shook If niggas wanna riot, then I got them crooks That nigga D corny, all his shit wack Rhymes like looney tunes, ((What You Smoking Crack)) I’m so focused, and the feigns know the dopest All these other rappers hopeless, I’m the nigga with the potion ALL I WANT IS CAKE-AKE-AKE-AKE-AKE-AKE Whether cash or that ass, I’m a always clean the plate Nothing was the same, all this fake in my face So come take a sip, I’m attached to the hip To the hop, as long it beats I’m a drop Never flop, To the top, that’s where I’m headed All you got is ya word, so I meant it if I said it If they still don’t get it, might as well quit it They career pitch black, all I see is Riddick Full off spinach, punching holes through these gimmicks Feeling like a champ, and I never played a scrimmage Man this shit is cake When it comes to these bars, I shake and bake And, mama I help, just let me know if I can Cause it’s all on me with my brother in the can This mixtape probably the realest shit since I was in foster care, watching fresh prince The hunger in my eyes, you can see through the tints Got the fans going crazy, like the Slam Dunk Vince

You home alone, got dinner cooked I’m in at ten, you in a book How was your day? You didn’t look I asked what’s wrong, I got the look Well I’m guessing that’s what I get Left a good girl, for a known a bad bitch All week long work a 9-5 While you wondering now why I’m out past six Damnit man, What the fuck is up? What you talkin’ bout, boi look I been here all day, while you went and played I know it’s love, cause I wouldn’t of stayed I’m not the one, so just tell me now If you in to win, I’m a put it down But, if you in to lose, wanna pick and choose Don’t get it confused, can’t fill my shoes You think that’s love, that shit is lust I put nothing above (you), I’m the one to trust (you) But if you wanna creep around, put an end to us You can roll the dice, but you gon’ probably bust Go ahead, cause I’m a do me See how you feel, when I’m out past 3 Don’t try and trip, like you own a thing If you really love me, then where’s ya ring? She wanna trip on this, wanna trip on that I’m good off this, I’m good off that It wasn’t meant to be, I got another dime Big ass titties, with a big behind Ohh shit! Ric Flair, Ohh shit! That bitch rare She got curves galore, and I want some more We could hit the bed, or we could hit the floor A nigga like me, can put in work Shots from the back, make me feel like Dirk Now she seeing me more, I still adore That’s mi amor, but she acting bored Hmm... What’s up with that? Why you acting like, you ain’t coming back I thought me and you, had a team whats up? She said it was good, but the time is up Now I’m all alone, thinking bout my past Had something good, but it turned fast So I call my ex, I let it ring - ( ring ring ) - got the machine She calls me back, but to my surprise She already involved, with another guy Said I had my chance, but I left her flat Good Girl Gone Bad, no changing that

I gotta have the paper, a die hard Laker Blowing on the purple, bout cheese like Urkel Got any cheese? I keep it in my jeans I’m from the old school, baggy jeans and fatigues Biggie would be proud, I kicked in the door Did a few mixtapes, now selling out the stores Aiming for the forbes, clearing out the roadblocks They wanna see me drop, but I won’t drop till the show stops But, as you can see, I only see green So I’m a keep going, never stop flowing …........... And, I’m still drilling hoes Backstage at the shows, peeling off they clothes It’s the life that I’m living Cause it’s the life I was given ( I said) It’s the life that I’m living Cause it’s the life I was given ////////////////////////////////////// But back to the basics, trapped in the Matrix Feeling like the ONE, everybody else is tasteless Just face it, I’m destined for greatness You should just acknowledge, and quit with the hating All this conversation, I’m sick of all the talking Claiming that you balling, nigga where the Spalding? I had you on my couch, let you drive my car Now you living with ya grandma acting like you hard I break bread evenly, I could never see defeat I’m winning with a bad bitch, with RayBans like Jubilee Who you fooling B? You ain’t schooling me You just Steven P, writing out a eulogy Who you racing? It’s no competition When it comes to tracks, my music New Edition You ain’t Bobby Brown, you need a hobby clown I’m in LV, living wealthy, POW! ////////////////////////////////////// Either up early, or either up late It really don’t matter, I’m turnt up today (turn up) Let me speak facts, spell it out on wax Good girls gone bad, blame me for that I own up to my faults, as a man understand 20 years young, I was on a run A new bitch every week, spawned another hating I ain't trying to brag, wish I was exaggerating Blinded by the money, all I wanted was the stacks An unemployed nigga, holding 37 racks Ask J, I counted on his table I lived the good life, now I'm stuck doing cable I used to make five grand in a week Now I'm making less then that in a month Sometimes I wonder if it's worth doing the time So I'm hoping that I make it soon off the rhymes ////////////////////////////////////// I ain't got much left, I'm doing something wrong So I'm a make it right, and put it in a song It's the only way I speak, I'm a closed book You ain't been thru, what I been thru, nigga look 5 years old watched my cat, get shredded up Another year later, my partner got wetted up 7 years old on the couch, with my chick 7 weeks later got dumped, life's a bitch I turned 13 and they took me from my mama I turned 14 caught a flight and left the drama Living with my pops, man I missed the block Woman of my dreams, fucked up my shot 18 legal, but an adult since I was twelve Man I lived a life, even did a bid in jail Lost my son to drama, from my baby mother Just waiting on the cake, then she'll rise from undercover I was exposed to the kinda shit Most people don't even see until they in their 20s at the age of 5 And y'all wonder where my mentality at... I really only do music as a platform to vent out my frustrations But, I'm hoping someone finds my story appealing Make some money to feed me and mines, ya dig? It's father's day and this bitch can't even let me speak to my son It's been two years since I spoke to em But, I'm the bad guy.... Cause she wants pieces of the cake.

Sometimes I close my eyes, so I can’t see the lies I wanna see the truth, they rather see me die But, here I rise, trying to get the prize I do it for my blood, I put that on my life In my prime at 30, still ain’t found a wife I can’t blame the bitches, I wouldn’t want this life So I ain’t pointing fingers, I made my own lane Learned from my mistakes, I does my own thang I been through the struggle, yeah my lifes a juggle She made my bedrock, then she moved to Barney Rubble I had a best friend, that could’ve been my best man Then he made the best move, sorta like a chess move He just used the King, and he took his Queen Turned em to a pawn, man that nigga know he wrong I had to spend nights, laying with no lights Thinking bout my bitch, while she was getting piped I’m the mastermind, still the same ol’ D CEO of M-4-L-T-D-E-N-T Let me spell it out, It’s Money-4-Life Team DiNero Entertainment, yeah I’m alright Strong silent type, yeah that about right Wanna figure me out, that’ll be a long night I suppress so much, it hurts with every touch But, you’ll never know, I show up in the clutch Glasses on tint, but you can see my vision Trying to multiply my family gotta stop division If you ain’t giving, you ain’t living what I’m living If you taking off my plate, I will break ya decisions I tried to put em on, they spit in my face Now they see the cake, and they wanna taste I tried to put em on, they spit in my face Now they see the cake, and they wanna taste

Let's take em back, to the days of the block party Capri Cut shorts, Shortys wanna act naughty Montell Jordan showed em how we do it We was having fun, now we getting stupid 25 cent juices, and the truth is The Internet made us all useless Now we have partys sitting on our cellphones If you ain't come to party you should go the hell home Drinks by the pool, Barbecues by the school Air Tag at the park, chasing girls like a fool Use a phrase like Sure, and brave for the suckers Word is bond, everything was butter It's summertime, so you know they playing summer time This summer mine, so I'm bout to drop a summer time It's summertime, so you know they playing summer time This summer mine, so I'm bout to drop a summer time Watched the old heads, shoot a little dice 20 years later now I'm living that life I had the Jiggy Kliq, what up Dady Hitz Cuda Bear, Krazy K, we was too legit What up Woodycrest, can't forget the BX Boogie Down Bronx, we ain't ones for the BS What up J'Son, What up Big Red What up JD, officially the beefs dead I miss my comrades, Stevo, Beanz Chef, Flu, Marq and Treez We out of touch, but none of us is out of reach It's gotta suck, the memories we hardly speak It's summertime, so you know they playing summer time This summer mine, so I'm bout to drop a summer time It's summertime, so you know they playing summer time This summer mine, so I'm bout to drop a summer time

What you know about being broke? Me! What you know about bad folks? Me! I done lived a life full of hate ain’t it great Bad luck with bitches, except that Mary Jane She get me high, so I blow that bitch often Any other bitch, I know it’s costing I done been stabbed, burned, even cheated Treat them bitches like MJ, Beat It Get the fuck up out my area, I’m a bury ya Call a courier, and have em carry ya Nurse Jackie couldn’t save ya from the E-R Pin the tail on the donkey like Eeyore Oh bother, why they get me started I live a private life but on the mic I get retarded Now I’m spittin, Now I’m spittin, and I’m spittin’ Looking like Daffy Duck, how I’m spittin’ I’m a gift and a curse, so just cut it out They calling me a dickhead, but wanna rub it down Lost my virginity, when I turned 18 cuz The sad part, I couldn’t tell you who the bitch was I done had so much venom, from these women That my heart done went cold, all I see is Robin Givens I doubt I ever find a bitch, to get me hitched She better call Hitch, if she want a better pitch I met my first love, when I turned 5 25 years later, we don’t even speak *Sigh* Who’s to blame? I don’t know I blame the game I refuse to take responsibility for all this fame And, by the fame I mean these bitches in my phone Who be wanting me to bone, everytime I leave home It’s a shame these bitches laughing at they niggas While they sucking off my dick, for the proof I’m taking pictures Call me ratchet, but you prolly want the dick too These bitches playing on my tube, like it’s Blue’s Clues Niggas hating off the pussy I be getting And the money I be making, I be in they conversation So they bitches too, running with that gossip Excuse my language, but these fuckers love to gossip Go get ya girl far, put her up on WorldStar You know who you are, don’t have me pull ya girls card I’m a ruthless individual, who can make residuals And, I beat the case *SMOOTH CRIMINAL* I’m done speaking, and I’m still not a rapper That was just a dope beat, cold flow, I make slappers

All I see is snitches, all I see is bitches I ain’t even looking at women, cause they only looking at riches I tried to do it for mini, now I’m doing this shit for plenty Made millions off the drugs, and the feds left me with pennys My bitch left me so heart-less, but it made my flow the hardest Emotions on these tracks, got me in the Top 5 without starting I promise, this here is it, from here on out I’m on my shit How could I be a No 2, even haters said I wouldn’t be shit Focused on my family, focused on my fans Gotta make it happen with this rapping, Uncle Sam you know he taxing Got way to many mouths to feed, way to many kids to breed I’m just bred from a different creed, and I won’t stop till we all succeed Uncle calling me D-Nice, 88 hell he been right Ever since that looseleaf, jumped on the pad and took flight Now I’m outta sight, and it’s alright, cause when I come back down we all right I got the flow, I got the glow, Bruce Leroy with what I write I did it, I did it, Motherfucker I did it I came in the game with a masterplan and said fuck these critics No bullshit, I’m poppin’- like popcorn in that microwave Little bit of Em & Jay, I’m that new school renegade Ya’ll been afraid, if I was you, I’d probably hate on me too I’m rich off life, bad bitch I pipe, how the fuck could I LOSE I walk my path, come feel my wrath, nobody fitting my shoes I pick and choose, don’t get it confused, bitch ass niggas just stick to rules I’ve had different crews, with the same dudes, how could I not be loyal? I’m the man of steel, I keep it real, half of these cats all foil I told ya’ll before, I got a swedish chick, she just hold me down, while I feed her dick No disrespect, She the best - yet, I say yet, cause of my rec-ord Fuck wit’ me, You know I got it, Team DiNero you know we bout it Tru Blu Cru, Jiggy Kliq, Money-4-Life I gotta shout it Name a nigga that I ain’t help, Name a pussy that I ain’t felt I done did this shit correct, and all I did was demand respect

I got love for the city, I’m the West Coast Diddy Hit the Jackpot, now my pockets like Fiddy We can cruise the city, bossing like Ricky Hustle hard on the strip, keys to the city Sin City, Sin City, Sin City, Sin City It’s popping over here, tell me what you hear *CRICKETS* oh that’s over there! We get it popping, everyday a new day If you over 21 this where the big kids play You can catch me, at the Foundation Room At the Mandalay Bay, with a few ba-bays If you got an invite, then you just might Have a good night, with a few drinks aight? Bottles on deck, so have a lil patience You can go cash ya check down at the Station It don’t take much, we love locals So get up off ya sofa, and be social This ain’t MySpace, this is YourPlace I know you got an appetite, and this is your taste So why you waiting, time is of the essence It ain’t Sunday, but this here a blessing Buffets at the M, Lights at Luxor Strippers at the Rhino, and they wanna fuck more The MGM grand, New York New York You see Vegas PD, abort abort Whip full of bottles, Clique full of models Pockets never hollow, where I go they follow Walking down Fremont, love the lights Bottle in my hand, I’m loving life You should do the same, I done it twice Once before the feds, now I got the bread I won’t stop, I never see Red For now just the green, until a nigga dead Good Weed, Bad Bitches My circle tight, these niggas fictitious Do ya dishes, I cleaned the plate TeamDiNero, a new slate Out with the old, in with the new New with the soul, this is what I do

Let’s take em back to 0-6, back when a nigga was hope-less Back when a nigga was focused, making packs disappear Hocus Pocus I was second in command, to the boss-man Used like a puppet, while he did the Waka Flocka “No Hands” I’m a TRO-JAN soldier built for war, wrap it up ma fucka I’m here to score Let’s go! Back to the party scene Let’s go! Back to the money dreams I was running through everything, while I had a queen at home, was the king on the throne Ask the streets who the fuck I was, ask them hoes that was showing love Everywhere I went spanish girls getting bent Screaming DiNero everywhere I went I couldn’t help who I had became I wasn’t ready for the street fame Better yet the mainstream, but I want the damn cream I still gotta dick, fantasizing every damn thing Now shit ain’t changed Gotta new name, but it’s still the same I just opened up the frame, rearranged the game Now I’m in a range, with a crazy aim I bowl no strikes, in my crazy lane Scream thug life, on my claim to fame All about Gouda, spit crazy flames Hustle like 40, all gravy train I’m a beast from the east, with a flow like a crease Straight to the point, all owned nothin’ leased Please, haters, talk is cheap Don’t say my name, unless ya pockets deep, capeche HOOK I ain’t do it for the money, I ain’t do it for the fame I ain’t do it for the honeys, that’s all on my name I just did it for my niggas, that’s living through me B.I.G., Pac, G-Dep, Pimp C Real recognize real, it’s a chosen few I am where I am, because of you And, for that I give thanks, I’m built like a Tank No Limit on dranks, now let’s break the bank Student to the Blueprint, Thank you Hov Endless amount of pussy, thank the hoes Everytime I perform, I bank off shows Kody on the drums, I got the flows Just throw me a beat, like CP3 I’m a throw the shit down, like Griffin’ B Put my life on beats, and I live that life I ain’t gotta lie, these niggas trife See me in the streets, ain’t nothing changed Like Pusha T, My Name Is My Name I use to move weight, now I move people Comparisons none, won’t ever find an equal Maybe my brother, from the same damn mother Fam in the cold, I’m just working on the covers Hell in a cell, I know ya pain Just keep ya head high and rebuild ya reign Until you home, I’m a sail this ship It’s Money-4-Life, till it’s over with Even if I could, I’ll never call it quits Not a day goes by, I don’t think of it Just when I think, I can take a seat I lose the floor underneath, and can hardly think But, I land on my feet, no matter what That’s why my attitude is still, I don’t give a fuck!

It’s the finale, that New York kid from Cali Posted up in Sin City, prolly smoking maui White Grape swisher sweets, clean like my bitches feet Always in the newest gear, ya’ll know who the truest here I wanna thank you in advance for this purchase I hope you enjoyed this mixtape for it’s purpose Had to get this shit off my chest like Iron Man I sound like Mufasa, but I ain’t lying man I gave you truth after truth, with every bar I know it’s not the norm, so I had to raise the bar Don’t label me spiritual or classify me lyrical When it comes to rap, I embody all the minerals Lost alot of soldiers, I’m the lone standing general Allergic to these wack cats, please pass the Benadryl I’m that Renegade, All these niggas been afraid Hide ya bitch cause I’ll penetrate, watch me demonstrate I cry away the pain, but you wouldn’t even know it I’m the strong silent type, so you’ll never see me show it I done made niggas millions, now I gotta do for me The feds wanna lock a nigga up, we’ll see I could never a trust a nigga, with the past I been through I almost signed up for 20 years, nigga Fuck You Was supposed to have my back, left me in a cell And, then I find out that you telling through the mail What happened to the real, am I the last one in the field? Death before dishonor, now a days niggas squeal Rats in my area, no choice but to bury ya Greed for the cheese, so I gotta succeed I’m a sucker for a pretty face, if she thin in the waist With a fat ass, big tits, then I gotta taste I can’t help it, just the nigga that I am I lost my innocence, soon as I became a man This ain’t the end though, it’s a mini vaca I wanna thank you all though, before you vacate Anybody that I ever interacted with Your the reason why this music shit is happening My ride or die Coco, my little brother Flowjo Marcharda, Smitty, Dady Hitz my committee My nigga L-Dubb, J, Kody, and Gino Aquan, Rico, Chef Al, You Know Julian, Shawn P, Brandon, and Blue-White All these characters, got me breathing new life My little sisters, my little brothers Different dads, different mothers We all still fam no matter what nothing changing Don’t begin to feel salty, if I left you nameless It’s love for everybody, even haters on my anus The plan is to bring everybody when I’m famous