[Verse 1]
Look at me, fuck with me
Money be stuck to me
If you ever, luckily
Spot the god, what cha see?
A young G, turning up
Boomin' words from Hell, burning up
My pockets be over stuffed
But still I feel I ain't earned enough
Still I grind, over time
Over lord, over lines
No this ain't no Hova rhyme
It's Esham! I'll blow ya mind
With the 9, ill design
Crime is life and life is crime
Redrum murder's how they dying
Left somebody’s momma crying
Death defying, electrifying
Never on the stand testifying
Ill soul in KILL mode
I'll stretch yo ass out just for trying
That dumb shit, you punk bitch
Greedy glutton crumb shit
Why my pockets over stuffed
And no, no, no!
Look at me, fuck with me
Money be stuck to me
If you ever, luckily
Spot the god, what cha see?
A young G, turning up
Boomin' words from Hell, burning up
My pockets be over stuffed
But still I feel I ain't earned enough
Still I grind, over time
Over lord, over lines
No this ain't no Hova rhyme
It's Esham! I'll blow ya mind
With the 9, ill design
Crime is life and life is crime
Redrum murder's how they dying
Left somebody’s momma crying
Death defying, electrifying
Never on the stand testifying
Ill soul in KILL mode
I'll stretch yo ass out just for trying
That dumb shit, you punk bitch
Greedy glutton crumb shit
Why my pockets over stuffed
And no, no, no!
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