smoking some Scooby-snack handle my bizness I'm true that fuck with bread we not doing that dissing da dead who invented that nigga caught life no badge for that dead to streets they pass or an match drink from the tea you'll see snapple facts call it trend how drown a pack snitching to full effect being upfront never been a threat nah this era is sensitive run from a fade nigga been a bitch fight for life not who you wit packing em up just to see the drift asking me why like they needed it I am the truth ain't want to se again why you insist why even trip ima cruise in my new whip just get money in Own shit fuck what they missed they wasn't on shit I gota gotta grind so I don't miss them stories get boring that over got focused I told ya we not the same addicted to chains but ya fam broke cause all the heat and they fan broke I'm get money the damn goal no stories shit old where the house fuck the gold grown stepper let em know you fuck with da fake Jack hit the road