On they head like a new Era snap back the gucci mane round my way bitch i bought the trap back 2 chains on 2 pistols 2 pounds In a back pack I rap facts had chips way before rap snacks the way I grew up you played ball sold dope or rapped tracks I seen the best go still got the best flow watch me double up it's a cold world I grab my firepower an cuddle up over five tapes in an I ain't done enough that's the lie they created I stayed dedicated like Wayne painter city fire spitta i stayed dry when it rained i really balled wit a sprained I'm the best off On the shore exotic packs to ya door that's plain an simple wit this rap shit im fresher Than gain seen niggas die before hitting they first lick or getting they first piece of pussy what you kno about pain own brother trying stunt on you mother trying front on you bitch trying pen a son you but you still shine in the darkest spot like the sun on you use to run them streets of Norfolk city you had to have ya gun on you or you was easy Pickens I'm running routes out this bitch like George Pickens yea my swag sickens like a movie the plot thickness I gotta get off now ain't no later the clock ticking residue from blowing lava cake got them hundreds sticking I feel like Spiderman an I still spit game even if shawty say she gotta man twin nick cannons on me yea I'm Wilding man