uh. I work the pack,Had to trap to make a way, this shit a cold business. Boy, if you conversate with rocks, might get a cold sentence, uh. Choppa blow him kisses 'til his soul liftin came from the trenches, swear I could've lost it all. All I ever wanted was baguettes and Audemars. Know they wonder how I'm winnin', I done took too many losses. I don't like people, broke bitches make me nauseous.I'ma catch that nigga slipping when the time right (Time right) Man down, bitch, it's on sight. I was sinning while you niggas was at prom night. Finger itching, hand gripping on a Smith an Wesson So you better get comfy On gang stop saying my name Dont trust no snakes Off the addy im going super saiyan Let me put some people in they place[