you choosin your path you gotta keep running make more stacks piles in thrash bins drug money fuck money keep smilin love honey sweet cunnin getting my way easy bunny slow on the strokes heat in furnace I love it there non stop bees hivin around the corner ready to spray bullets being mad niggas think they thrive the feeling is divine you poking my nose am poking you back throw me a left swing with the wave I hit you back so hard that you feel need God he in't there you Goof slickly right in my curse hope I make it out in this trench get me more hunnids and million in stacks chasing the paper chasing the gear ballin and scoring am changing the game swift me am carring the weight upon my head ain't time for fear am gonna make it dear oh lord am here to take my crown as the books cleared from way back been running mad got my head in the game am back faggots ran away shots felt keep on coming yeah your bitch cam she riding this d fuckin unique you choosing you path you running solo no help no homo we was living in the dungeon now we back we fly like pigeon up in the sky no limit no limit all this money its victory yesterday history we living in mysteries we made it out trenches are history on the spotlight you see my glow told yall the nigga gonna blowx2 Reap what you sow am living la vida local tables turned nigga am the king Kong I slap a nigga nigga wake up in a coma west side real Gs glocks on hot we let it spray the ops feels the wraith machine gun want no Kelly my tummy full look at your bell am sipping on henny blow from Jenny leaving me hasslin all this kush around me am gonna make me happy never losing steps I made it there haters keep on staring yall ain't here