I’m just one handling a deal of twelve Never trust any nigha waiting for my daily bread I keep pushing everyday and be listening to the shits you be saying I never care who you are or what yo can do or rather you be dead I trust the way I’m growing so fast as my momma said Clearing my pimples in my fucking face I’m too genuine that my gps can’t be traced Fucking shits comes up in the head that always make a nigga depressed I move with my team and we are number ten