i got the rap patrol on the gat patrol, foes that wanna make sure my casket's closed, rap critics that say he's "money cash hoes" i'm from the hood stupid what type of facts are those. if you grew up with holes in your zapatos you'd celebrate the minute you was having dough, i'm like fuck critics you can kiss my whole asshole, if you don't like my lyrics you can press fast forward. got beef with radio if i don't play they show, they don't play my hits well i don't give a shit so rap mags try and use my black ass so advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads, fuckers. i don't know what you take me as or understand the intelligence that jay-z has, i'm from rags to riches nigga i ain't dumb, i got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one- hit me.