Right back to da basics On dem back streets racing Phone jammin every jugg I get I gotta make it Laws get behind me shake em Hit da corner pump brake & fake em Highspeed chase no pulling ova I be quick to take em I got locked up I did my time want see my name in papers I got 3 kids I gotta grind everyday I’m chasing paper Lil bitch said wait be patient But deep down i kno she fakin Think she gone spin me like a clown like I don’t kno she taken Bitch ima menace catch u slipping kno damn well I’m trippin Call up my Lil bro Mikey he gone come thru wit dem switches Can’t go gotta keep my blicky I ain’t kno hoe I don’t kno u I’m blitzing Slide thru yo block catch u outside I’m dumpin not leaving no witness Born and raised on dat westside I got love for da trenches U ain’t my round if u wasn’t wit me out here hopping fences Told coach 2 put up me inna game I had come off dem benches Got my first pack it ran it up Fell in love wit dem digits Fell in love wit dem benjis Newball srt8 a Hemi