Steak Sauce

I'm bout to go up, like balloons at a wake watch a young nigga take off,

They not gassing me up, like a young nigga workin' at a NASCAR pit stop,

All my work A1, so my pockets stay thick like some motherfuckin' steak sauce,

Got the game sewed up, like a sweater from gramm's that you never wanna take off,

Do a 40 yard dash, cause life too short to play a motherfuckin' game on,

Ain't no lending no hands, and if a motherfucker reach I'ma chop a whole limb off,

They smoke by the gram, Ill smoke 28 grams and I ain't even pissed off

I'm the king with the hooks, yhinblvck, lately I'm feelin' like Nate Dogg

Go get some money,

Standin' round broke and you thinkin' it's funny,

Maybe that's the reason why they so grumpy,