I never had 2 grow a ego, its jus somethin' I was born wit,

I gotta chevy that go harder than Pinky,call it my porn whip,

Somethin U've never seen like a miracle performance,

Time 2 celebrate,crack the bottles nigga,pour it,

Now they think Im cocky,cause the vehicles are foreign,

Well the driver's nice,but the car is drop dead gorgeous,

Its not your price range,no you cannot afford this,

Stack up a couple checks,& bring back a bigger portion,

Eyes on the Wheel,but my mind's on the Fortune,

I don't chop trees no more,I simply break down the fortress.

Tried school,but I failed 2 get Grants like Horace,

So now Im lost in my verses,tryna find out the chorus.

But 4 now I'll jus ignore it,& keep spittin 'til the beat dies,

If I ever leave this Earth,then I'll become the street's eyes.Amen!