"Im feeling like a black republican
tote the mac in the public and
act so souther-en
die for my brother and money
money money like money mac and publishin
one life to live never ask for a mulligan
streets cold but the heat make you feel covinent
been had cake day late like ed sullivan
fly like an eagle but no im not donovan
boy you betta go eat some soup witcha mom and them
and my mind is on another continent
I am real cash money no counterfit
I dont parking lot pimp I just politic
But I get all in her mouth like polident
New orleans representa to the enda
come to the city where the glitter dont glimma
The sun dont shine and the guns dont sleep
wake a ***** ass up like he got somewhere to be!