As I walk through the arena of ice cold chills
I take a look at my career and realize there's nothin' left
'Cause I've been sawdustin' and botchin' so long that
Even Tony thinks that my drawpower is gone
But I ain't never crossed a man that pushed the needle
Me be treated like CM punk, you know that's unheard of
You better watch how you shootin' and where you walkin'
Or you might win the award backwards for BAWK
I really hate to trip, but I get no pops
As the buyrate croaks, I see myself in the lack of smoke (no heat)
Fool, I'm the kinda G no little homies want to see
On my back in the night, sayin' prayers and staring at the lights
Been workin' the money mark
Workin' in a tranny's paradise
Been workin' the money mark
Workin' in a tranny's paradise
Keep workin' the money mark
Workin' in a tranny's paradise
Keep workin the money mark
Workin' in a tranny's paradise