I made grips off these packs now your boy stacks more paper than an office max haters get off this back before I come off top like a hat and lay you flat out all this whack shit gettin mad clot for now but wait for it I'm a make um pay for it when we play for it boy I'm made for it never doubt that I'm about that really mother fucker silly bitch has gotta trout snatch ugh here we go again I'm go in on the beat like a ho my friend I'm sweet on but I don't want to speak on that I'm a freak bomb tracks with this heat spawn back every week with a calm slap to your moms cheek beyond that I keep killin beats pop back fuck if you feelin me or not I know I'm ILLA and this is a hot track want more respond back with a @ill420 I get it poppin man this place is jumpin welcome to Stockton homie we on to somethin we on to something I make moves the fake lose I play through pain pay dues and stay true to me and mine hype so they don't wanna see me shine bright in the lime light keep my rhymes tight make your mind fight your mind might be mined for data had a climb inspite of the hate for me well wishin ass fakes to me you can take a bow for the act now I see through it painfully wow what this came to be is insane to me games you be playin is off the court pop the cork stoppin short off the field because we lost the course yield before you wreck bitch I kill for less shit how else can I stress this I get it poppin man this place is jumpin welcome to Stockton homie we on to somethin we on to something