Shooters do they thang Don't worry about me, 5 years by the gang That pole up on my hip Never [?] when I slip Still gon' catch me on my strip [?] I had to focus where I [?] Now I'm workin' on my gift Young and really made a milly' off of rap and stuff like this And I know these kids mad But screw it, He was dissin [?] hollow [?] JT in the spliff, [?] in a blunt Wanna be a pack then be my guest and catch a slug