Pimps Don't Wear Rabbits

You be careful now
 (Is that rabbit?)
 Pimps don't wear rabbit, hoe, you know this is real mink right here
 Yeah baby you wanna feel it?
 You wanna feel it huh?
 Alright baby, you be careful out here
 Pimp don't wear nothing fake, real pimps though
 You ain't got pop a ecstasy pill
 To feel the sex appeal
 The legacy was built on this very hill
 You couldn't have put it on stills, it'd tilt
 And if you killed, pimp juice spilled
 My wounds ain't healed
 I got bruises still, this is therapeutic help
 Always gotta ride with a pistol
 Niggas got issues with mental health
 MCs hating us, need to hang it up
 We all got our hang-ups
 But bitch you better not hang my stuff on the wirе hanger
 My diamond chain is a climate changer
 I'm playing with wеather
 I got the HAARP machine in my dresser, I made it winter
 I made the tectonic plate shift
 Break your dishes, shake the kitchen
 Shit was like a 8 on the Richter, maybe bigger
 Wake up the baby and the baby-sitter
 You could still feel the tremors, pillars trembling
 I did all this in the gym dribbling
 I wasn't deliberate
 I just walked on water, you all witnessed
 You be careful now
 I'll be here, to dry your tears
 I just walked on water, you all
 You ain't got to cry my dear
 You hiding out there, we will find out where
 Whipping white, twist the swiss knife in your kid's rib side
 Give you wings, you can kiss the sky
 Everyone on the ship died and got caught in the riptide
 Your body drift down the riverside
 My niggas will grab the stick and slide
 Down the strip like a Slip'N Slide
 Platinum rollie on the fist, we on a different time
 From my end, peel your wig, like a clementine
 Five big cuban links on the kid intertwined, I'm in a bind
 Diamond bracelets, we not slaves, my wrists are tight
 Like we inside, this is flyness exemplified
 Niggas is pie, you won't squish a fly
 I'm not a french fry on the lunch line
 I watch the fiends smoke a dime out the can of Country Time
 Every rhyme I write is butter but we're not talking Country Crock
 The product came from a Colombian guy
 The money's washed
 I'll be here to dry your tears
 You ain't got to cry my dear
 (You be careful now)
 You hide out there, but we'll find out where
 We're gone let it ___