Look at how they focus
When I step and then they notice my wrist
It consists of a Bust Down Roley
They’re in a hypnosis, so I part em' like Moses
In the middle of the ocean, and I walk through slowly; Want to give it up, but they must not know me
Won't pick it up, I am not a goalie
Move away, chump
You are not my homie
Asking for a crumb
I do not have it on me