i came up on the block penitentiary chances, game i was taught, money guns drops bad bitchs fuck OPs, trill boss playas, saucy dripping swag in a bright red Jag havin thangs I never had, HATA, I know why you mad and it's really kinda sad, you could've leveled up but you stayed down bad, you should have held it down and gave it all you that had now im ballin Face fillin up glad bags, you siitin back mad, on fire like a flame, I am not to blame for your your failures in the game, fuck that mane, you swerved out the lane, and went against the grain, reality check, there's levels to the game we could never be the same, because you changed up and I'm the same OG, we used to be homies now you hatin on me but I'm gangsta on the block like implala 63, let's cut up and bang, I'm stiff than a bitch thuggin like my chain gang, mane,