fuckn a cougar tryn to get to the guallo the mulla the brown paper bag the guap the money stashed in duffle bags smashing pushing bread up like slavery bitch she wana dress the gucci the fendi this hustle got risky this niggas aint freindly we living in a bubble i dont fall i just stumble whe am out its a rumble smarsh faces on the marble fuck em up we rivals its the law of survival going schizophrenic my baby be tripping she want the brown paperbag bitch out here is war zone this niggas be riding shooting like they talibans see i was raised in the black with the crack cocaine the duoble cap codain where foetus get fucked in the brain bleeding leaking like a tap had to survive the ghetto massacre i dont fuck with uniformed bitches the snitches or rats i send em back to the sender packed in a box with flowers coz they capping they cowards i been giving speeches in the hood niggers listening fuck up with the bag on the move that is treasonry niggers think my skin too brown they can pick on me need too shade the light to this niggers i aint tiffany fuck up with the stash am clip and your fam bought a new whip cost me a quater bad poping louis rodrer in private jet fuck billie piper she cost a milli bad i dont do corners nigger we militan bloodclat bombo strapped with a mini tank taking lethal shots my blood turn to poison she gat tats on her body more than clothes on you be chasing clout i don beef with that i hope you bullet proof coroner say suicide fivo o say sushi the streets aint talking your gang be capping i aint about the smoke nigger we stunting am chasing my dreams my dreams still vivid my soul still valid yeyeye purple white robes with a massive chain of gold my opps they envy bat fuck they lazy they slouths on raris i bee doing a hunnid thousand they be doing the counting