Mr 12, 12, 58

I'm a murder this track and flatline the beat

I'm a murder this track and flatline the beat

You need forensics up in here

Another homoicide in here, oh yeaaaa

I'm mr. 12, 12, 58, 58

I'm mr. 12, 12, 58, 58

I'm mr. 12, 12, 58, 58

Watch me get rich off the rocks on the dinner plate

My brain tell my body go and get the money

My body start to move I go and get the money

It's simple elementary my dear watch

And I'm off probabtion ask mr. watson

Jump in the dropin biggie what's beef so

You the type of homie that's happy when the beefs low

My crazy weed habit got ashes on my outfit

2000 thousand dollars on an armani houselift

Get my money up then I watch another house flip

But I ain't sellin houses, I'm sellin ounces

Outta auntie back door

Boy I'm a cocaine cowboy, dope conaseeur

The dope and the coke in the trunk of the azzure

Aand the key of raw is in the challenger

So I drive real slow, and take my time

Cause if the feds pull me over I'm doing caveman time

We had our share of troubles

But the crack spot has doubled

With a little code on can't understand it

The fiendss can flyyyyy, dead in the mountains

Let's get that money nigga