big ups to pops up in the sky lift ya hands up in da sky swing the town in a white van you know I'm doin Allright man pop the top like a sprite can got the spark like a light man call me speedo cz I'm tight man stand up for my rights and toss the mask floss and dash will never trade my cross for cash smoke the game like a box of blacks now we getting lots a cash speak the truth and drop the cracks breaking necks n popping backs hit ya wit a sonic blast make a track n drop it fast smack back wack raps tracks stacked in back packs cash racks having flash backs of macs packed blast that facts attract and give u heart attacks my tight flows physco I got crazy rhymes these is hot rails I got 80 lines I'm sick I'm not too sane I be dropping bombs like Ukraine I'm destined for greatness I'm testing the fakeness wit God on my side I'm blessing these statements yall rappers fake clones bumb bitch I'll knock you off wit a drone like Trump did I'm above all u clowns christ mind got da game locked like the state Penn lifetime u got riches but mine are not of this world u got bitches but my girl is a fine shining pearl I am light got the force star wars if ya feelin down I'm here to lift u up car doors o you don't want beef so what'd you start for stab ya wit my sword and watch ya heart pour