Got the rap patrol on the gat patrolFoes that wanna make sure my casket’s closedRap critics that say he’s “Money Cash Hoes” I’m from the hood stupid what type of facts are thoseIf you grew up with holes in your zapitos You’d celebrate the minute you was having doe I’m like fuck critics you can kiss my whole ass hole If you don’t like my lyrics you can press fast for ward Got beef with radio if I don’t play they show They don’t play my hits well I don’t give a shit SOR ap mags try and use my black assSo advertisers can give em more cash for ads…fuckersI don’t know what you take me asor understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has I’m from rags to ritches nigga I ain’t dumb I got 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one Hit me!! . . .