All praises due
God is good, am I right? Yeah
We gettin’ to that scratch though

If I’m in my ragtop I’ma drop it for the culture
If lil mama bad she gon’ drop it for the culture
If you need you some game I can drop it for the culture
If Slaughterhouse ain’t coming out, drop it for the culture

Pocket full of paper my niggas we got scratch
Pocket full of paper my niggas we got
Pocket full of paper my niggas we got scratch
Mix Master, Jam Master, Grandmaster Funkmaster (flex on these haters)

This is for my factors in the streets
This the boss gospel time to practice what we preach
Feeling like a DJ ’cause the scratch is in my reach
Keep a bad coming ’cause I’m active on these beats
Smoking on a black Jamison was in my bottle
I was in the hood just trying to flip a Monte Carlo
Now that KXNG is on I’m bringing everybody I know
Loyalty is royalty the motherfucking motto
I don’t have a single second for haters that’s on my Granny
Put that on her grave it’s the paper before the panties
Man we went from section 8 to eight sections up in the Grammy’s
But I’m only here for fun man them fuckers don’t understand me
Still I gotta keep a bad Cleopatra up in the Cadillac
Thirty on the rollie three? just like a battle rap
Gotta keep these phony dick riders out of my habitat
Out here trying to ride the next wave like where the saddle at?

If I’m in my ragtop I’ma drop it for the culture
If lil mama bad she gon’ drop it for the culture
If you need you some game I can drop it for the culture
If Slaughterhouse ain’t coming out, drop it for the culture

Pocket full of paper my niggas we got scratch
Pocket full of paper my niggas we got
Pocket full of paper my niggas we got scratch
Mix Master, Jam Master, Grandmaster Funkmaster (flex on these haters)

C.O.B. ’till I die
This is C.O.B. Ssutt Ssutt two times
Told the whole team we’d make it in due time
Shouts to Uncle Luke ’cause my crew is too live
I don’t give a fuck, it’s C.O.B. ’till I die
C.O.B. ’till I die
This is C.O.B. Ssutt Ssutt two times
Told the whole team we’d make it in due time
Shouts to Uncle Luke ’cause my crew is too live

Rap game is ours, we only here for the jux
You rap niggas whack, we only here for your hooks
You strippers might be smart, we only here for your looks
They love a bad boy, they only here for the crooks
I’ma put her under the wing ’till baby is living comfortably
First let’s start a company then you can think of fuckin’ me
Tired of them tired ass niggas that’s when they run to me
Easy as stealing candy from a baby I call that sucker free

If I’m in my ragtop I’ma drop it for the culture
If lil mama bad she gon’ drop it for the culture
If you need you some game I can drop it for the culture
If Slaughterhouse ain’t coming out, drop it for the culture

Pocket full of paper my niggas we got scratch
Pocket full of paper my niggas we got
Pocket full of paper my niggas we got scratch
Mix Master, Jam Master, Grandmaster Funkmaster (flex on these haters)