11/14/99 (bonus track) Lyrics

Beat is so low that's why look

This is the sequel the second coming she call me savior

Twenty four seven I'm going crazy just thinking bout paper

Fuck it I'm back the road, pockets go crazy of course

Driving from city to city bitch I'm not even the mayor

This is a major approach, properly think like a pro

Think that I did this before at maximum strength to the core

Ma know im sinning she told me she gon keep me in her prayers

I am the oldest of 3 came out with a fucked up behavior

Shorty don't listen to me I hate it when she play with her nose

Twenty four seven I'm going crazy just thinking bout paper

Crazy how prepaid gotta stay fresh from the head to the toe

Really be having shit on im boujee expensive behaviors

When I pull up to the house they wonder what happened to me

Say that im looking a little different prepaid you should eat

Ima be gone in a minute have to go finish some things

They really be thinking I fiend in reality I just need some rest mama

Not a lil boy playing with his kendama

Fuck it

Ima pull up to the ring Muhammad Ali

She a lil pretty ting sting like bumble bee

Sipping on you fucken rent when I sip some lean yes

Tryna stack more Benjamin's that gives me a reason

Fuck it ima

Ima pull up to the three and release like im harden

There's no looking back too deep on what I fucken started

Fuck it looking at my pockets go retarded

Fuck it this is what I always knew I wanted

11/14/99 hope you remember the date

In real life I'm really quite don't have much to say

If it ain't bout the paper then get the fuck out my face

This isn't a charity you pay to the end of the day

A real trend starter copy whatever I say

She started working little harder I gave her a raise

If it ain't bout the paper then get the fuck out my face

This isn't a charity you pay to the end of the day