it's me myself and I you know we stand alone rap fame king the heir to the throne making lots of bangers keepin fans content any scratch up on my album was some green well spent stay on the hot feed putting out heat don't like showin out I like 2 be discreet when push come to shove I push a hard line destiny so perfect fate so divine blowin clouds the motto stand alone the fam smile for the flick saying cheese for the cam 5 stacks in the rubber bands wrapped up twice 2 keys of the purp 2 pounds of the ice spice up the night with the flavor of the day my tongue spitting venom what can I say stayin till the finals bring in back da trophy cutlass Windows tinted hot boxed and Smokey as I travel on this journey I forgot from where I came guilt is on your conscience you need someone to blame politics and payment harassed by the feds came a long way from hitting jackpots at the Rez presidential Rolex iced out movado we be turnt up like we just hit the lotto bottle after bottle semi auto on my hip keep a couple shooters with a few extra clips broad day bandit we don't do the mask quick to backdoor ya hit the crib like task force yes of course we gon do the nigga dirty no stocks on the glocks that stick hold 30 James like worthy but I'm Larry flipping birds half this app are dorks the other half is nerds