[Intro: Rav, Guy]
Rav: We've been walking for over an hour now, man
Guy: Okay we're nearly there
Rav: Oh okay
Guy: No it's uhhhh, okay it's this shop
Rav: Aight
Guy: Okay my friend, listen to me. You go inside, they'll give you a microphone. You don't need to mic check or any filler shit. Just skip to the chase and introduce yourself by letting them know what you're all about
Rav: I gotchu
Guy: You've got this. Go step inside, I can't go with you, my friend
Rav: Oh okay, thanks a lot for everything man

[Verse 1]
One for the money
Two for the money, yea ho
One for the money
Two for the money, yea ho
Still ain't got time so I'm currently broke
Yo, if life is a bitch, I'm the murder she wrote
Yeah, still on the block in my burgundy coat
Yeah, pill-popping stopped couple years ago
People still hit me up, "Yo, I heard you. You dope
With the way you surface your foes when you surface your flows."
Don't nobody want it, we're ravage
I'm on it, I rap at opponents
I'm ra-*tape stops*
[Verse 2]
Hate me? Now I bend rhymes
Breaking down like enzymes
Rappers flaking
No mistaking how I spend time
Dishing records out, while they haters doubt and stand by
I inspect the crowd
I'm Professor Wilde
I get mine
You're upset, my child
I pack several of TEC-9s
Blow your hair right out
Check this out, you best respect mine
I'm better recognized, you ain't ever 'bout this real life
You're like yellow rice, barely ever nice
I digress
Bitches on my biceps
Been wish I was Bi-sex
Ain't always the nicest
Aneurysms, priceless
Always crossing lines, like a Mexican
I'll climb this fence too, bitch, just to offend you, bitch