Yah,begin the rhyming,imma another nigga don't tell me about timin,Like in Paris black en white mime niggaz Give me a paper en pen so I can write about my how life started,en how it gone End,In the studio i reminiscin,my life Innocence, life imminent,with life fame,like minimum, Animal,Enemy's I got a lot imma shit on em ,hit on em,no lackin cause i keep on killin em,no cappin,Stacking brick by brick gettin my dick lick,take a pic,John wick,you prick,my lyric as long as a nightstick,take a knee nd thank the the man,you don't know,I gotta go,but where you goin,I get back to the money,nigga I ain't got a money printer,so firt paper chase, im out runnin sprinters,yes the last gang members,shout out to the the new m.o.b members,hey slim still point gun sinner,so much money on my mind,it's all i remember,nd that's just for the gun with a extender,and that bitch hold me up like Spenders,cut like a blender sharper than bitch got so many pussy niggaz i can make a list,I just wonder what I should dress,that I am the best cause even bubble heads turn me up,Fuck em as I sip on extra large cup overflowing with lean it on in my hood, a blunt of Mary jane always been good,Welcome to South Africa where the hole community loots, damn who knew all the rhymin I do,good things I been through,I'll be in the studio shoutin a few,while I crush crews after me,not laughin much,you see shit change Since notorious,everything still glorious,we still got warriors,still be victorious see it's alot of em,but more of us ,still got cash to blow,raps to flow,still them caps to know,pack your flow,That's for sure,bottles to pop,joints to rock,play the background,hand em a jar,hold em a glock,money to get car to flip,barz,to spit en sip cardiac, at fuck shit