im that nigga that deserve it, you gone hear it how i word it, treat a beat just like its worthless. teach these young niggas how to work it, with that bounce make her twerk it, now do it in circles, hands on her knees making it look like its hurting when i swerve it, look at the grip on the game when i turn it, i bring body bags for after these verses. make it stick in they head like curses, be after your bag like some of these churches. can You hear me now now stop your searching. music aint dead brothers lost they flow, when you been mislead its hard to know where to go. maintain control, and feed your soul, and then stay humble cause then its gone show. but what you gone do when we toe toe we ain't got no fire we aint got no pole we aint got no sticks, you gone handle you business or you gone run like a bitch. dont know bout you but im gone handle my shit.