40 ounces and a fool

The perpetrating ballin' ass nigga on your block
With slave money from the record company I'm poppin'
Now I'm on my way to the neighborhood liquor store
To help sell more of that bullshit to my folk
Reachin' for a can is the man with no conscience
But I'm making money, so nigga you can watch this
Mack bubble cuz I'm trouble when I pop the top
Even though I know I'm selling out my soul just to make a nut
So nigga buy it and fuck what you heard
Cause all of that black power bullshit is for the birds
Yeah, I know it's poison and I'm sellin'
But yo, I'm the new house nigga with the flow
Now...