yeah , YB and G for life
we make dreams come true
we make the impossible possible
they call me Ethan hunt

yeah this game's rough imma tell ya
hope it rainy-rains, come under my umbrella
in fact when we gettin the paper , i tell ya
u know that mozarella helps u in any weather

see niggaz break up , sort of roc-a-fella
these bitches want'cha buyin' downs from donatella
these niggaz wants ya pussy new ass so i tell 'em
u dont wanna se 'this sun warm up this cold sweater

im dyin' in pull' it , dyin in sellin' million records
they tell me they love me , they left my demo out of treassure
my time has comin , yeah i can feel the pressure
but i aint but'cha , imma be in u for ever

i feel like a genious , tapped in this world



dont have time to finnish it today , maybe tomorrow , ciaoo