I used to squeeze clips like a bag of chips, easy to release knocking ya teeth out like Delareece, Big Smoke these kids like a plate of wicked wings, I burn it on the mic while ya bitch sings, I make ends lost all my friends, Now I'm in a Benz taking shots with the best Lenz, Images immaculate, Wallet full of cash, huns in the crib if I want some ass, Cut heads off like Broccoli, Split the body and hang the head of a tree, Can't you see I'm lyrically the Top G, I make you fold like paper, real thin, to fit in the mail box, They call me Smoke like smoke from a hot Glock, Tough luck, I got a buck to kill Nicolas, How dare you stick ya dick in dis, It's ridiculous so I grab the 44 and hop up in his cloths, Nobody knows,