im cashin in to the game for permanent residence/
sombody help, i think im startin ta see dead presidents/*
run up in the spot && kick out all the residents/
a pad plus a pen is how i handle all my settlements/*
im countin big faces while you niggas countin cents/*
i guess im slow cuz that ain makin any kinda sense/*
im crazy but i aint on any type of supplements/
Roblee, PG, DMV is what i represent/*
in any event, i crush my competition/
&& rep my city faithfully as if it's my religion/*
my decision; i aint Roman, && you not Jesus/
but corss me, nailin you will certainly please us/*
So pray to ya Alla , Jesus, or whateva/
we commin thru, bringin heat in any type of weather/*
get it together, im gainin weight && gettin betta/
you colorful, but hold no mass like a bird feather/
bet i grab ya girl && get er' pussy waay wetta/
she down for the King, i nicknamed er' Coretta/*
im pressed fresh, dressed to a T like the letter/
ya flow's gone cold so i bought ya style a sweater/