Yea, It's 50, A.K.A. Ferrari, F-50, break it downI got a lot of living, to do before I dieAnd I ain't got time to waste. Let's make itYou say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothingWe say you a wanksta, then you need to stop frontingYou ain't a friend of mine (yea) you ain't no kin to mine (c'mon)What makes you think that I won't run up on you wit the nine (uh huh)We do this all the time (what), right now we on the grind (yea)So hurry up and cop and go resell it nicks and dimes (uh huh)Shortie, she so fine, I gotta make her mine,A ass like that, gotta be one of a kind (woo)I crush em every time, punch em wit every lineI'm fucking with they mind, I make em press rewindThey know they can't shine, If I'm around to rhymeBeen on parole since…