where the nonbelievers there goes the under achievers know the flow hit and go oh this is mixing flows put some thous down we talking bread now of course it's the breadhound number 1 no need to stunt pal I been me since I touched down what they want now dem Hound get backwild like bustdown love the funk when it jump ooww do my best in the clutch wow wit the back against the wall never stand down we stand tall stash the hammers in the wall 90s shit canons was long and dem joints was warm they must've forgot who made it hot stolen glocks 9s and sawed off shots fucking up the block my Hound got bizzy in broad day at the park let that thing bark mopsic 120 everybody played they part say what you say been I'm a face of the gate the old west where the haters die a slow death trying to shit on what we manifest this is legacy a history west pedigree is u shitting me bang em like a sympathy you know they sent for me hands the remedy simply speaking catch me lounging on the weekend currency never stops I'm still cheesing stocks and bonds still bleeding white men on greenpaper we still need it prolong the life ice gone freeze it everyday a rainy day these seasons as long as I'm still breathing I get mine on the deep end every body can't swim that's the reason