I be spittin that same shit, but it don’t matter imma be famous, yo bitch, she be textin me, and you know she be on that lame shit, (chorus- textin me, textin me, famous, famous) I pull up with the gang, and you wanna fight, then let’s box it up in that rang (ring), we be pullin up with that chopper, yo bitch be givin me top yeah, just give it time and imma be on the top yuh, I don’t play around, I like to cruise around up in my town, and anybody that be beefing with us, they ain’t gon be leavin yuh, my eyes and my fist are the last things they gon be see-IN YUH, you know I be overseas, you know I make bands you can tell by my teeth, (chorus- they got ice) you know it cost me a lot but ion care bout no price! You know when I’m on the track I be fire! (fire..) all my “friends” they be liars (liars..) so I don’t know who to trust so at this point all I got is lust yeah, my last girl she left me, my feelings for her were empty (anyways..) she never loved me, she just wanted me for the money, so I threw her out, and she made a scene being loud, I’m not up for telling stories, because sometimes that shit get boring yuh, so imma end it right here, ain’t no bitch gon break my heart cause imma thug, no tears, anyways yeah, it’s rap god, peace out y’all.