See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil
Desert Eagle, aim at people
Graceful, so serene, I seen a diva, lose her meaning
Oh my God, what the fuck, spent a brick and fucked 'em up
Valentina orb earrings, not my girl, she good for nothing
Not my ho, she bad for what
Wait in line, you number nine
Tat' my arm, i'm Peter Parker
More snipers mean shoot it farther
He seasick then get with dumped Marlins
Me and Franz Bonaparta, one in the same, we made a monster
Met her in spring, that shit March madness
Catch 'em slipping, oh, you lacking
Pistol packing, made a acrobatic, turn and do a back flip (I hate 1of1)
Bottom bitch, call her a bunkie, uh
I almost dropped out, I'm a flunky, yeah
Stoner bitch off of the reefer, she geeking
I call her a junkie, the drugs keep her company
Fuckin' with me 'cause I'm living in luxury, bitch, like, duh
Swerving that bitch 'cause I do not want her
Only focused on paper, a major profit
C-Carlo Gambino a mob boss
Robert Deniro and Al Pachino
Feel like Joe Pesci when I'm in casino
Got a bat on me like I'm fighting crime
And I stay in Gotham like it's number nine