I've got places to go, I've got people to see The penitentiary ain't the place for me I'm more than you do, not tip me I've got places to go, I've got people to see The penitentiary ain't the place for me I'm more than you do, not tip me I've got places to go, I've got people to see You mistaken me for somebody that you should be testin' You should be stressin', I'm finna fuckin' teach you a lesson Rap 101's a session, M.L.A.'s the track that I'm blessin' Smith & Wess is the weapon, in case you was guessin' The state bus is campin', it's kept in my bands Hop again in the end, watch the 22s spin My hoes, they perfect ten, I got shot up but I got up And I'm back at it again Motherfuckers, they thought I wouldn't win Pretend to be friends, at first you fail Try, try, try, try again I'm the best, don't you get it? Forget it When I spit it, it's crazy If you love it, admit it You like that I live it, it's shady Aftermath in your ass, bitch If it's not a classic, when it's done, we trash it Flow, I got it mastered Stuntin', get your ass kicked, fast it When messes get drastic Crocs made out of plastic Cock it, aim it, blast it Run, nigga, don't stash it Got places to go, got people to see The penitentiary ain't the place for me I'm warnin' you to not tip me I run up, squeeze, and pull the whole and you holdin' Got places to go, got people to see The penitentiary ain't the place for me I'm warnin' you to not tip me I run up, squeeze, and pull the whole and you holdin' There's a genie in the bottle of that *** Perignon I'ma drink till I get to that bitch And then they gon' introduce me to the pervs They gon' listen to my words And oh, they feel my *** Picture a perfect picture Picture me in a pit pack Picture me start *** Picture me bustin' my gat Picture police man, they ain't got a picture of that Picture me bein' broke Picture me smokin' a sack Picture me comin' up Picture me rich from back Picture me blowin' up Now picture me goin' back To my mama, face me to live *** Picture that Where I'm from, it's a fact You gotta watch your back You wear vests without a gat Use a target jack Hustle hard, money stack Sound like dope, sound like crack Sound like pack, sound like gat Sound like pussy, call her back 50 cent, too much hittin' Man, I'm bent, I'm outta here Got places to go, got people to see The penitentiary ain't the place for me I'm on and you do, not tip me I run up, squeeze and put a hole in you Got places to go, got people to see The penitentiary ain't the place for me I'm on and you do, not tip me I run up, squeeze and put a hole in you Man, I ain't goin' to jail Not even to visit a nigga You wanna holla at me, you write me Matter of fact If you guys sit at the Sunset Boulevard I'm in the Montreal Ride, ride with the Drake, Morales, nigga Oh, matter of fact, I might be in Detroit Ride down 8 Mile Road, you know I'm one of Em's joints and *** You heard? I got places to go, man You know? City of the map We finna start printin' money Put it in place on these motherfuckin' bills and *** Basie, do you do what's up? *