[Verse 1]
All them gangsta motherfuckers that went platinum
I had 'em hold out their hands and I put a gat in ’em
Looked 'em in the faces, then spat in 'em
I picked the meanest Rott’ in this
Look at when it got in his face, it started swattin' til' dark
His eyes have gotten monotonous
'Cause all ya bitches swear ya made of cement
If you would've just had my fucking money
I'd be straight as a split
But all ya multi-millionaires have never paid us in rent
So outta housin' motherfuckers, never made us a cent, hook
[Hook]
What's your intent?
I’m analyzing every cut you’re in to judge your intent
I wanna know where you stand, I mean as far as who you are
How would you act if you woke up and tomorrow you're a star?
[Verse 2]
I made a little change
Now they got me doing some shows with hoes in them
But I ain’t change
I still wear my clothes with holes in 'em
And wear my hair however I like
Bic it to stick it up, slick it back
Lick it, mat it, and then pat it down to spike it
I'm happy to be alive and well
But it's probably way too happy to be when you’re surviving hell
But in a way I think I'm kinda glad a tad
'Cause I appreciate the good now that I've had it bad
Now I'mma run it back
All them gangsta motherfuckers that went platinum
I had 'em hold out their hands and I put a gat in ’em
Looked 'em in the faces, then spat in 'em
I picked the meanest Rott’ in this
Look at when it got in his face, it started swattin' til' dark
His eyes have gotten monotonous
'Cause all ya bitches swear ya made of cement
If you would've just had my fucking money
I'd be straight as a split
But all ya multi-millionaires have never paid us in rent
So outta housin' motherfuckers, never made us a cent, hook
[Hook]
What's your intent?
I’m analyzing every cut you’re in to judge your intent
I wanna know where you stand, I mean as far as who you are
How would you act if you woke up and tomorrow you're a star?
[Verse 2]
I made a little change
Now they got me doing some shows with hoes in them
But I ain’t change
I still wear my clothes with holes in 'em
And wear my hair however I like
Bic it to stick it up, slick it back
Lick it, mat it, and then pat it down to spike it
I'm happy to be alive and well
But it's probably way too happy to be when you’re surviving hell
But in a way I think I'm kinda glad a tad
'Cause I appreciate the good now that I've had it bad
Now I'mma run it back
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