I'm out chea like baracades I ain't hard to find on this road! I'm lane to lane like white lines orange lines bill boards and stop signs again and again I'm always on the road her friends and her friends mane fuck these hoes I got it out the concrete 5 racks a show I done touch it all from pills drank to dro eyes mouth and to nose from herion meth and to snow /vv's on my body now I'm feeling kinda froze/ what they want what they want better call flo get out my lane get out my lane a mack truck on the road! I don't bark i bite texas hammer smashing everythang fuck fame fuck glamour I need bread like a sandmich with all the trimmings these niggas hating and taking aight nobody giving look at how im living look what I done drive inn gotta be a better way or imma start killing recession steady testing me lord bring out the best in me whipping up a recipe the top is where im pose to be gotta keep it close to me i ain't got no mindddddddd! don't fuck with me born a champion raised a winner taker /giver bitch my hood launch missiles we got shit that a zap you y'all still shooting pistols cutting the fuck up like mad bitches with razor blades I'm the truth and the light untamed out the cage like a gator in the everglades all you see is eyes turtles run fast spook one you be surprised keeping boys on notice like reflectors and white lines i come though i come dine swanging in swangin out acting a ass in the parking lot showing out like talking bout on this road again stretching boys out I'm outchea like barricades I ain't hard to find