[ Featuring Jeri Newton ]
Uh-huh, yeah, Newton the God, uh-huh
Yeah, uh-huh, uh
Picture perfect, baby, take the flash off
They know I'm serious when I take the mask off
You should see me when I take the flask out
Mike Wallace on the slots, that's a fast route
They heard me on Casino, never was an El Niño
Or Al Pacino, I love my niggas
With the same starting five, I ain't subbing niggas
We stumbled and got some juice, now the glove don't fit us
On the scale of one to ten, man, I'm off the Richter
I like to apologize to my father figure
Now I know that happiness and money, it's not a mixture
You judge a book by its cover, but half of this shit is fiction
Keep the peace with the family, I don't need that type of friction
Tell me what it is, baby, don't tell me what it isn't
I don't got a lot of hoes, but I gotta keep it pimpin'
Cause every single soul, out here dyin' while they livin', nigga
I'm going away for a while
Run
Run
I'm trying to find my way
Run
