[Verse 1]
Hip hop, modern time, flossy and raw so self-absorbed, immature
I can't remember being this bored
Fake bonanza, [bad word] real wars
Bullets burn through the candy on the driver side door
Long investigations and no firm lead, billion dollar flow
And black life is still cheap
Your rent skyrockets and y'all prospects plummet
Ten murders, ten days, this summer
Talk about today's mathematics, a eighth, an O, a key
And the caliber on your rack, [bad word] 
The inmate number, the centerfolds for measurement
Is close as a coed [bad word] to some tendon-is
I heard them say it was all about the Benjamins
I don't believe it now, didn't believe it then, [bad word] wutcha heard
You believe wutcha want, the [bad word] is what it is, it be what it been
Get rich, shorty just tryna live
Don't believe in heaven and ain't tryna get in
And [bad word] is everyday, [bad word] the world anyway
Potion and sips, spark up a clip, FADE AWAY!

[Hook]
The low lights, tree top heights
Be careful how you move the traps are covered in the lights
Landmines be disguised as [bad word] signs
I'll repeat it so you ain't got to press rewind
The landmines be disguised as [bad word] signs
Black fresh from Iraq, a wild look in his eyes, missing part of his arm
What the [bad word] is your problem!? Ohh lord! Fake Bonanza!