Niggas know how I'm hardly speakin fasicious
But my demeanor is meaner when I ain't feasting
Yo Look yourself in the mirror to see them demons
I'm that nigga that'll cure up all uh ya lesions
Then call the youngins to clean up
While prolly eating some zitis
That pasta shit smoking loud on some Rasta shit
Lil leg I'm tryn pop her shit
Double strapped that is not my bitch
5 down dis time around I am not gon slip
Or the shit drit yea it's dry as hell
Said She love the scent when I spray that Ysl
Knowing I can't make a cent w a vision from a sell
That's why I had to switch from just pitchin out the shells
Hard life niggas hopin that they moms right
Hallways for the off White
For virgil did it
New rental
Stolen purses in it
New stick we bout to murk dis
Mexican overwork these niggas
Creatin shirts w pictures
I know you all remember you're worse decision
If you crossed me prolly it's one
Hopes ya moms got another son
Or you left some next of kin for her ass to fret upon
When your ass dead and gone
This shit light like the bill is
New heights for the heel flip
New price when I will spit
New sites on them millions