we re rock the layup tell da homie make a touchdown buy a whole brick brake it up call it da bust down..ducking from cops donig da run around.. times is getting hard feels l ike i never see my son now..gruw up a wild child i was known to keep a gun around..and if i cought a nigga slipin just know he got gundown thot this shit was a game but he aint having no fun now, trapin 24/7 from sun up tell the sundown wach for scadoulous hoes stay on yo toes eveytime they com around... trust is hard to o find the reason why i keep a nine...on me all the time boy u think im liein people diein ... mothers steady cryin...no telling wat a niigga trying smoke up and burt..brain frying waching bodys drop at the stop sighn find my yo boi up on a eposode of cops or dateline..know i had to take mine..never will u take mine..ducking all these one timez going through these hardtimes destin fo the statline get out and make mines 762s have a niggas body walking srtaitlines bite marks from k9s never got to wave time went and did all mine hit that pinatitry got out had some more shine ready for some wartime knocking hoes on facetime nocker on my waist line u da one dieing im the one seeing sunshine bitches gota waist time now i gotta make time . money power respect is is the only on this youngstas criminalmindon that i have up on my shoulder line..up on the gtay goose smashing thruw da grapvine