 Crooked like Picasso, took a couple losses, shook em Took it like a boss though, look at what it cost though Almost my life, married to the game, almost my wife You the type to meet your wife in the whorehouse I'm the type to sneak weed and a knife in the courthouse This got to hurt, I got to flirt less than Yash Hey boy, ask her if she got a shirt, my honest word The guy on earth with a new Naki DNA Can you copy, copy the kamikaze, bomb and watch me lead the way Eagles spray like birds, nevertheless I curb kick em