i get bizzy on this beat when im in the booth drink henney from the bottle dont need no juice on the way up im making moves my rubber gloves dont get removed stay in you lane dont pick or choose seen drugs stashed in boots since a kid ive nown my roots big strally when i aim and shoot fuck the feds ill catch a pursuit smoking on the pack and it smells like fruit hard days but its the life i choose always in the leed i can never loose hard bars when i spit the truth venamas flow when i drop a choons getting so hi i can tutch the moon not being rood this is what i do so ive got to see it throw carry on looking untill i find the truth spark this egnishon when i lite the fuse