#16

I aint got to front bout sittin on the corner pushin doves/check my resume/I was posted up in the dorms of SC/pushin only white birds/soon as the trust fund kids dip out of class/bling..bling/see the lights and digits light up on the tele/they swing by in the Lex to make a pass

I just pushed the D to get by/i been makin sales by birth/no need for statements to check my net worth/you ask me know but you know who/only boy on the block can sell a eskimo a igloo/just to ice the wrists/vodka rocks, no twist/no more fade to black im comin into light/crowds, 30000 deep/Madison Square Garden...no hype

I got rhymes comin out like they were raised in a nursery/lookin back at time, like a clock..tick....tick...tick/oh thats not the Rolex but the calculator steady tickin/from that mill that im flipped on that brick