I'm not from Bk I'm from black plains watch our maneuvers,when I pull the bliccy the bullets go thru ya, U won't name the shooter, AR came with a cooler, catch me on North K wit Ruga, ride on opps like a scooter, tool a bust ya medulla, if ya don't give up the Muller,in I'm it for the Mulla,she calls me papi Chulla, getting money early in the morning, I'm up with the roosters, I almost caught a stretch dusted robbing hooters,niggas will grow up with ya n kill ya like they never kn hook people always talking you know what it is you didn't forget you know my car you know my job you know where I live you never did slid vs 2 winter times over its bout to be summer soon put up ya acgs and get out ya tennis shoes,tell momma dem, to clean up the living room, it's bout to be funeral service for you rapper to meet your impending doom,cause Hussle not in the mood to be geet ridiculed,trying to make this interlude,my daughter need Jimmy choos,so I got to sell some tune,either that or make the news for braking off some fools,do my time yeah I pay my dues,the come ups nearing soon,trying to put on my whole platoon,game face like them poker dudes, making moves how I'm supposed to do,my brother told me I was the best and there's Noone close to you, yeah I agree cause in a cipher I'm unapproachable, these rappers too emotional, this tracc is promotional, waiting for my downfall ,shoot some herion and overdose,hot shit I'm in overload,darklord like Voldermot,trap girls want that licc,he'll no you won't catch me falling for that Okey dok......