I sip some drank
And puff some fume
Occasionally
When I need room
Inside my head
It open up
Just like her legs she wanna
I play the field
I play it cool
I pay my bills
And make my moves
Ain't got no time to f*ck with you
If you is not tryin to improve
Circle
Very minute
Fit the homies in a 2 door coupe
Tropicana in the booth
That mean I got the juice
Like Pac had just fell of the roof
I speak the facts and got the proof
I break the noose the suits induce
Shit what you do
I get mine
I get mine
I get mine
I get mine
I get mine I get mine
I get mine
I get mine
I get mine
Do what I need for what I want
Ain't got no equal
I don't stunt
Ain't no Knievel
Ain't no one
That do what he do
Like he Shon
The calmest waters in the storm
Break the mold that they condone
And shed the light upon the plight
As I take world into my palms
Said I wouldn't change up
Just to maintain a buck
But shit, ya get stuck
Is it love or lust or luck
F*ck that
Yo it's rap or bust
I take more shots than a red plastic cup to frats and such
I ain't never had enough
I can't stop
Won't stop
Bitch I'm 90's Puff
I came
I saw
I f*cked it up
And shift the game without the clutch
And you gone love me or not
Whether I do or don't got
That's just the
Way of the world
I come to terms with this
Some people think my shit ill
Some be thinking it's wack
But regardless what you thinking
It ain't changing the fact
I get mine
I get mine
I get mine
I get mine
I get mine I get mine
I get mine
I get mine
I get mine