ive live lived on the street came from the dungeon bars make you cry like your shoping up an onion ghost and demonds thet i summon dont press my buttons take a left when we hit thr jumchon making money with my team no problem smoking on that flower when it blossems getting to the top im not at the bottem movinng fsst not stoping weed to strong make you vomite lemon and the skittle get you hi as a rocket packing up the product to make the profit ops get dangled like pupets bars are sharp like bayonet taks down my enimy with no regrets lifes not a game you cant press reset ive been stresst seen a blade open up a chest hard days i cant forget spit to qwick never runing out of breth leve the sean in a mess fuck a fed i wont confess getting gritty in the street for my bread making more an never less rambo open up his flesh