70 bars and no hook

i keep some linen that's clean, 50 thou in my jeans, keep about ten pretty bitches on my team, i smoke i don't drink lean, and my niggas in here, cash money young money yeah this is our year, eatin rappers for dinner, pass the knife and fork, got 'em nervous like when that hurricane was bout to hit new york, it's a master at work, shit you niggas could learn, could tell we smokin the stick, look how slow that it burn, and my lil youngins is ridin, and they down for whatever, in the four man drive, fuck it!, we ridin together, alot of youngins in the game but they know who do it better, diamonds shine bright like a coogi sweater, i'm sayin, why you niggas lyin in your rhymes?, you a d-boy cause you? a couple times, man i ain't buyin that bullshit, you niggas is lame, bunch of clown ass niggas, you niggas is strange, better be watchin the boy, cause i'm on fire, 24 years old and i can fuckin retire, i'm the hottest out, shit i know i am, plus i got more hits than summerslam, i'm goin stupid, yeah like i lost to school, i call my own shots like a nigga playin in pool, i try my best to pray, well as much as i can, i love my momma, love my daughter, and i love my fans, i gotta bad bitch that work in k. o. d, she charge niggas for that pussy but i get it for free, and to you ol' niggas, slow your role nigga, hang it up like some fuckin dry clothes nigga, cause this that young nigga rap, i spit that ignorant shit, one thing i can't stand is an ignorant bitch, you ain't seein bow weezy, all black everything, but it ain't young jeezy, muthafucka, it's the b. o, represent the c. o, mr. big dick, ask your girlfriend, she know, damn this weed so strong, smokin outta this bong, damn i'm so high, boy i forgot the words to this song,