Poor Ritchie left a man here, baby.What up?Chopped up and not slopped up.About to do a freestyle to this Drake energy beat.What's up with it?Chop stars.Alright.Okay.Chop stars over your game.I'll hit you in a few.Yeah.Send my money, though.Tell him just to sit in there.I got to be as black.They asked me what my friends at.I ain't got friends.I got family.And we'll spray it randomly.You leave daily.Don't want you for course near me.Not guilty.That's how I plead.You *** boys.Y'all deceive.Got the fans thinking that you were killer.You got the fans.Thank you.You were dope killer.You got the fans.Thank you.You got four wheelers and getting most thriller.I'm taking trips to Mobile, Alabama.With a black bandana.Got a whole bunch of chains like Santana.Still get that brick.And whip it.Hit it with remix.Quad nine.This is by time for me to aim that mother***ing nine.Iron.I bet I put a hole in one.Got a big condo with a camole in one.One room with a TV.Flat screen.It takes two hours to do a CD.That's 12 tracks.Mix flat.I do it like that.You want another one?Jack.You can go to MoneyGram, Western Union or Walmart to Walmart.I'm riding around in the golf cart.I got swangers on them.Two tables in my back room.They both got bangers on them.The closet got hangers on them.Boy meets world.You'll think I had Topanga on me.Chilling with my villains.I don't want to get by.I want to make a killing.It's gonna be a killing.Cause a lot of niggas see me.Never popping pills in.I'm on that wax though.That anthrax though.I'm getting stacks though.I'm out the back though.Through the front though.On the run like OJ in the Bronco.And you dumb so that mean you Tonto.I'm the head honcho.Chilling at Rancho.Cucamonga.Two shooters in the black car.Don't walk up to that car.Most rap niggas act hard.You need a cat skin.Most of y'all niggas broads.You a fraud.CB4 type.Female type.I got bitches that dyke.I got bitches that'll come with the knife.That'll stick you in your throat and cut up your windpipe.*** pinstripes.I need ten mics.Went to the lot and bought ten bikes.Trunk beating hard like ten ice.I'm moving that vanilla ice.You can come and get some.Got some licks I'm about to hit some.Rhyme straight up straight to my mind.I don't forget some.My jacuzzi just like River Run.Read the text message.Rapping is a blessing.But most industry cats they messy.They gossip.What a shame.This is the game I came in.And I'm leaving with the same men.And we stand up guys homie.*** a drought.I'm always baking up the pies homie.Surprise homie.I'm on my Tupac ***.Still I rise homie.Eating a burger with fries homie.Paint wet like fry homie.You better look me in my eyes homie.You ride phony.You guys phony.You bitch homie.And she want me.You took her to the island of Coney.I took her to Papados through the back door seat.Food platter.Codeine in my bladder.Represent the white cup gang.Big shoes on the whip.Minus the shoe strings.Kicking like Luke Kane.You in my food chain.***ing with Titty Boy before he became 2 Chainz.A few rings with the ruby and the mint.