when i eas young fell in love with smoking philly blunts n drinking dom perignon...never thought.. i see the yola taste this sweet... never n my wildest dreams id ever see the scrilla come this fast... drop the flip on candy paint for the lac n deck my fingers out in yellow gold... the lac look starburst ... this a hundred dollar Spliff smoking blue Skittle s... n nerds... geeked up to pour up n blend these Jolly Ranchers with that Sprite ... drop 800 on all designer weed just to smoke... trappin with da white... chrome 22s n they spinners...2 racks of yellow Gold round my neck... nigga i had a detour n got lost n life... now i got that blow plus that Raw... riding so clean dem peoples neva gon sick dem damn dogs on me .. tryna always b n the midst of all the trouble... tryna always b the first nigga squeezing neva a nigga running taking cover... always first nigga squeezing ... last nigga laughing ...over his blood shed like hyenas... that laughing buddah gave me a headache... in this game to die to lay my life on the line for the scrilla... in a race for the cash.... i gotta die even faster cuz im a killa... so im n a race to shoot who out to shoot me ... we walking thru thru the streets 6 deep bout to run down with these 40s n 30s lay my life on the line to stand over top of his body to let his whole gang know im top dawg just to save face as a gangster pill a 187 way too many 🌹 s after i slid not to spend the rest of my life behind bars... look at dis quarter thang on my pinky ring... tryna duck the chain gang... six cuban chains round my neck right n the police face broad day slanging crack... they bet not hop out id hate to swallow all this blow... nighgmare of a life for a drug dealer... the money coming with so much stress i gotta migrane im tryna b humble n deal my drugs n peace n stay outa jail but im bout to just explode... i aint going back to that dog pound til my chop blow n when the Feds come n get me the chain round my neck gon b real bulky n glistening Yellow Gold