Signs (Freestyle) Royce Da 5'9"

[Pre-Chorus]
New money, new money
Old friends get the fuck on
If you for real with it and you fuck with me (Me)
This is our song (Okay)

[Chorus]
Ryan goin' nuts (Woo)
Dollar at a time (Yes)
Ridin' in Detroit (Okay)
Followin' the signs (Hey)
Prolly in this Porsche (Porsche)
Followin' this heart (Heart)
Followin this gut (Yes)
But I don't see no signs (Of what?)
Signs of slowin' up

[Verse 1]
If I didn't let that bottle beat me
How the hell the odds gon' beat me?
I don't know why ya'll don't leave me 'lone like I ain't built for this
So what, we predicted this (Okay)
I'm surgical with this bitch (Okay)
So you enter my stitch of this (I don't give a fuck)
May the best man win, thе race we in
I'm like I'll racе you, lap you, pass yo crib
Come back and chase you in at night
You would rather go to war with Corleone
Or have a holy war with all the Israelites and Mayans
My wifey cryin'
My wifey chose to roll with me
Even though she knows fo' sho' that it's dangerous
She knows me more than anyone knows me, she's just like Lois Lane
But a little more nosey (Yeah)
I wonder how bitter that I would have been
If she woulda decide to just split and divorce me
I'll prolly be in denial laughin' like "This shit is a joke!"
With a stripper with nothin' sinkin' in
Like the Skipper steerin' Gilligan's boat
Or if you really support me
I promise to spit the craziest flows
Til' the day the aliens show
Up til' this bitch to deport me