Run up on me you get grilled just like a que ain’t talking barbe kid I’m the type to top of hold on watch this chopper on my side it’s about this size of a hockey shit I shoot it in you brain and see yo thoughts psychologist I’ve been going harder than the hardest put my arm up in the rim I feel like Vince I feel like carter I’ve been ballin like a starter put my dick inside yo daughter matter fact bitch I’m yo father niggas thinking that they gettin it but I’m telling me why bother make em disappear like potter I swear to god I was whipping all this crack up in a pot I’m making music for the problems yeah