Tried Nic' 8th grade, hit the floor, I wasn't ready
I hated Blake till I sold him a edi
So high, my body hyperbolic heavy
03 Civ' I ain't whip Chevy
Tweakin, we mixed up Z's with the liq' then we threw it up right out the belly
Shoe stores had zips every week real smelly, hit that bitch then her friend invited me to the telly
Tweaker at Mod ordered food, couldn't pay, her brain turning spaghetti
I used to come back to the class eyes bleedin', lookin real damn messy
2J you get me, bartis was deadly
Dre let me hold that glock
We ain't street we ain't got no opps
But them other boys waved them sticks in the dorm, they was waving them bitches like wands
Ay, take it from me don't spin back on an old body 'trynna f*ck gang, see what she on
Damn, said she won't hit me again last time I went ghost Lord knows that, that shit was wrong
And I hate to say but one of my bodies a big bitch, bro I could not see her thong
But after that I hit a thick bitch, needed redemption I ain't even have all of the sauce
Step hard, every damn fit dark
Reaper my twin he with me when I walk
Way back man, Abdul used to ask, "why you always wear black?" I ain't have no response
I look like the Reaper but I hate the Devil, young nigga clutch cross or to Hell I get tossed, on God
Out of this earth like Superman, ready to f*ck up a General Zod