Mind of the player creep
Brother so clean, Cadillac fiend
Coming there live from the bottom of the map
Pop trunk on your ass, no more player than me
Ain't shit that's realer, the thriller, the trill
Thick in the waist, had to cook me a meal

Fuck with them bitches, they bury you deeper
They letting you sleep out in the side the hill
Step in my Reeboks, you can't even walk
Bet your ass when it's dim, you get lost
She know the difference a bum and a boss

It's the mackin' attack when I talk
Light up the big and I'm startin' the fuse
I do what I do and I know they gon' choose
Follow the code and you always stay golden
I guarantee then that you will not lose