Proudly little soidler wants to put the bazzoka on me I don't care if I'm the one to wrestle with the beast by means Close your eyes and make the sound to torture by the gods of fist It's my fashion u can tell me when I have to put on jeans I can't wait to hear the Michael Jackson song Billie Jean Niggas think I'm wakanda but I can never run from it Da the street is burning out of fire nobody got me I'm seeking for love anything this ladies are drunk out of drinks Liars at the scene Try to make it out of cake Niggas writing stories feeling they are William Shakespeare They wanna try to call me nazz in 1960 As a year I don't mind what have been I don't care to call u shit Listening to this lies I got niggas in the street Lamborghini on the way No guys know how cost it is Call my name by mistakes Lots of words is part of speech Die for love is not hard Fall on trip and get in rip I got eyes on my fame I don't know what I can say Shooting guns anyway I got shield to block the space This bad kings have to stay For the world to go against I don't know what to say in the Nature... Good girls on the trip please don't mention I got long high site In the vision... Big big fuckin guys taking pictures...