V-Day
It's the motherfucking LA Leakers
Leaks of the industry
The Los Angeles Leakers
They call me money making Luda, flipping bread like a spatula
Every verse I spit is nothing less than spectacular
Check my binocular, attacking rappers from their necks up
Your money feeling down, go to the doctor, get your check up
West up, for this lyrical whooping I'm about to unwind
With dumb rhymes that will finish your whole career off in one line
I got signed in 2000, been killing ever since
Just a sport thousand dollar, YSL's with leper prince
And I'll put a foot in your ass for talking reckless or saying I'm not the best
It's get screwed like you in Texas, I check 'em right off the checklist
I tell 'em go tell they mama
It's like I'm Vinnie Chase and these rappers is Johnny Drama
My answer rises thick, I take 'em back to the basics
They wouldn't make the cut, I see clearer if they got lasic
Like it's Mission Impossible and they operation shutdown
Still hold the title in the South so rappers what now?