outta nowhere but we in here with no fear aint gotta be the ones that getcha gone from here we got beef with these beats up here no real street drama we shooting shots at this music making hip hop go stupid conquer they hearts like cupid elusive we lucid off yo cupps ill take the lid and empty this Leaf juice in keep ya next cup 4 ya next round or get left spoon sipps of liquid meds n hard metal beds yall need too finish bids im peace while im free and ya plea dealing sick in ya head n stomach bout ta eat da three piece an say good bye ya sons an lil niece for me its time to generate some big funds den try to catch them re runs leave the crumbs for da bums n split da loaf wit da real ones dat hung witcha in da slums b4 dat bread come sum it up we all rich then go straight broke when its not solid appoach to keep da money flipping and floating like a boat cruising in middle of ocean with no where to go looking lost like your rhymes 4 a hot beat wit not one to flow with bigg dogg wordsmith walking dis way u done stepped in a empty ness full of bird shit ya barking At me dogg you curbing up the wrong tree i aint taking no shit ya pissin me off an thats it ground breaking hits i make baking beats making history treats sweet enough to make ya mamma wanna a plate to taste and letcha kids eat healthy and wont waste gottem feeling so good im so hood they mad when they see me spottem up too no good rising up to cause a catastrophe some cats have a strap and still get clapped surprisingly im slingling raps like they slinging traps in the form of hood raps to keep us held back when blacks come together back da hell up please before we shell ya pasta sauce n stretcha like da cheese dont provoke us like da Chinese blowing on dat gas frequently when we link we dem chinks eyes low cant even see a nigga eye lids blink shits closed game switch not Nintendo more like D Rose Obama in street clothes u swv weak n da nees cuz ya got sweet bones fuck ya pictures in you posted its cold inside my heart baby all the heat gone people think im slow like a track phone every human gotta a back bone just gotta bend it she gotta a nice ass from the back imma bend it over n go to war like a soilder inside her hole hanging my nutts in her gutts no posters no condom like a gun with no beef keep it in the holster take a pic wit a chick now she wanna post ya nah man imma gohst ya like i was excavating gold mines 4 gold chunks and found diamonds on low an old tropical island leaf a be wilin but i been calm down chillin no harm no foul feelings no child of my own roming alone in the streets to be harmed for a killing alarming the beef swarm keep them heaters on warming up Fresh goods with spoiled rhymes anyone in or out da hood can get touched anytime get read the wrong story tucked away early bedtime flat line too much trap time to rap n beef away ya life line too many crimes done in the day an in the nightime steady scheming extra options to keep em dime copping non stop pheens coming the block hot jumping pumpin til the plug dry u can call him he not coming til the next day he start back running plays like ya favorite running back on Sundays the best day to rest up praise or be saved they wanna contract my my rapfame make me slave um like a horse that buck dont now how to behave slick mouth like trump but a nigga aint paid how you living good as fuck if u not slumped chillin in a grave u blessed beyond the new waves while they stressing that a tsunami gone flood yall away Im Thankin God 4 everyday he paved the way for me to elevate to this mind state all it take is faith shuns