my flow sick I'm on some old shit/ I keep a cold bitch that's soulless no emotions on some bro shit/ she keep a four fif that's explosive throw the whole clip and won't know shit/ but still'll murk a lick and blow a whole zip/ and the Maybach like a whole ship/ coming down on yo strip/ bad chick and she bougie though/ when she bust sound like an uzi yo/ we don't need beats by Dre cuz I beat it up in the studio/ we get physical we get groovy yo/ she back it up like juvy tho/ she let me hit in the jewelry store/ Dangerous Mind like Coolio/ Told these motherfuckas I control the game/ Put fire to the track I control the flames/ By the end of the summer they gone know the name/ King Kash muthafucka spitting novacane/