Prize Fighter lyrics

[Intro:]
Man, f*ck the conscience man
I can pay no bills with no motherf*ckin conscience man
I sell more ganja for 10 dollars n*gga
10 motherf*ckin dollars n*gga
You're f*ckin bout no conscience n*gga
Yay sh*t

[Verse 1:]
I used to be hyped for b*tches with long hair
Til I found out it was weaves that they wear
I used to think mad of these n*ggas is so real
But they don't do sh*t when they homies get killed
n*gga we the killas, see me in chinchilla
See me guaranteed in your b*tch if I fill er
A known drug dealer, foreign 4 wheelers
Your ho gotta be gay if she don't f*ck with us
That's a fact, stay black, stay strapped
Huey P Newton and the P stand for pack
Keep it G n*gga, I keep the keys n*gga
And toss the sh*t out, main play Flea Flickr
Dope gang, swag out on propane
Aye blow my head off but I'm no Cobain
I do got the heavy metal on my hip
Meddle in my money and I'm scheduling your RIP
Motherf*cker
[Verse 2:]
Fresh up out the crack spot
Dealing mad rock, block about to get hot
Play around and get shot
Really need the hip-hop, Glock like a white hook
Pound like the haymaker
Adding up this paper till its similar to Mayweathers
BSB we chase cheddar
n*ggas get your face wet up
Brownsville rituals
Always keep it hardcore, give these streets encore
Selling crack on call, right up in yo building
n*gga I'm from Tilden, taking no prisoners
Any street sister, chop it down in Koshington
I ain't even playing Jack, roamin with your f*ckin queen
Just cause I'm the f*ckin king acing out your f*ckin team

[Verse 3:]
Product of my environment
I could tell you I ain't getting money but you could take a look
There's no denying it
Keep your war stories, I ain't interested in buying it
I'd rather pay for the court for you to go and lye in it
If it ain't about big money then hold your thoughts
I'm too busy turnin this paper chase into a sport
Runnin laps around these lil n*ggas, no remorse
Fast break, 3 to 1, I'm pulling up half court
I'm like Jordan at the buzzer, Kobe at the line
LeBron through the lane, Reggie Miller at clutch time
Ballin on these n*ggas, I'm the rookie of the year
I'm f*ckin the first night, you've been chasin all year
It's the YSL smellin, hard and I'm sagging
Pornstar swag, my life sponsored by Magnum
f*ck em then I pass em, I'm leading them in assissts
Pick em then I roll one, I'm pleasing yo b*tch
Sit next to the bench like I play for the Knicks
But the logo on the fitted reads New York bricks
Usually lay back, chillin on some New York sh*t
But I flip in a minute n*gga, New York quick b*tch