kush smoke windows down screamin lets go i push dope only ounces and pounds tho my eyes low bloodshot from the stress tho my bitch go round for round, blow for blow takin a minute to chill takin another 2 pills shakin the feeling i feel its hard to keep it so real its hard to get it so often neck full of water no soften salt in the wound no caution one stop no shop 2 pack no box 3 hoes in the spot for a playa so hot 5 times ya get shot 666 get got 7 lucky on slots 8 million people on watch 8 million people on earth tell me what are you worth tell me why i shouldnt murk why i shouldnt put you in the dirt why you be actin so crazy? why you be lackin so lazy? you know we bracken up maney you know we be smokin on hazy tryna speak what i fell and dont give a fuck if harder than steal and dont give a fuck if its comin off weird and dont give a fuck if its not what you think i’d rather be rockin this pink i’d rather be showin my ink i’d rather be workin a sink then be in a cube clickin links act like i shouldnt be proud well bitch it aint how it sounds we can go a couple rounds i’ll still shut down your side of town have em blockin off streets yellow tape on my feet silver cuffs on my wrist still never say shit