yeah he running we chasing he thought I was Jason don't know what he facing hold up I just spaced out came through your block wit my bread out don't touch me I'm not to trusty came from the streets were the sneakers be hanging from the wire like I'm Michael Myers driving through these pot holes almost bust a tire now I'm tired ay had that girl one night she know I'm from Philly she know it be chilly she know when I'm rapping it's hotter the chillies ay I crawld out the mud scrubbing in the tub now I'm on Spotify flying through the sky so high look at me shine good rhymes old time gotta dime no crime nice smile no frown he running we chasing he thought I was Jason don't know what he facing hold up I just spaced out came through your bl9ck wit my bread out