Ayyyy, I was a skinny lil dude went to sleep with no food Only had a pair of shoes so I had to make due My shoes get to talking had to get em wit glue But now I’m gettin paid n Im stackin my blues I’m going ape shit like I’m straight out tha zoo Constantly sellin these bags I ain’t got Time fo tha stu “How many flava’s ya got?,” told’em I gotta few I’ve been trappin since ‘03 it ain’t nun new Nah it ain’t nuthin new fo a playa like me Pops always told me ain’t nuthin fo free Nah he ain’t made of money & it don’t grow on trees But now I’m pushin trees n Im runnin up cheese I can get off P’s of the trees with some ease But I ain’t too flashy I stay behind scenes Don’t think that I’m packing but it’s not what it seems Just anotha white boy oh they think they know me