sitting back thinking bout old times old times when i use to write rhymes now i just type mine cause i just wanna make it to them big city lights im talking city lit up all day and night and im thinking about running this beat running this beat like it was a track meet niggas is wack, they smell like my feet tell em sit back, just smoke on some green they wanna be with they gang, they aint supreme tho hiting two girls like a free throw tell em to get on they knees woah lyrics cold like sub zero future bright like a casino perfect life no cheat code the flow is crazy tho for my niggas that are bloods the flow is brazy tho but i dont bang nothing but you lady yo