poor white boy never had ticket momma was a junkie and my daddy wasn't in it. Selling dope and jacking shit ambition with no limits gotta whip it butta chunks smokers like to hit it dope right by my nut sack buncha 100 dollar rocks ounce of pure white fetty toa brick dark brown raw hollow points inside my draco 30 rounds in all my back up packing pistol grips and a hunnerd rounds of shot. sniper scopes on 223s and body's lined in chalk pistol got me limpin, call that butch my murder walk hiding in the church house boy praying u was safe, see that ass ill send that hit them slimey grimey znakes. my shooter gonna wake ya for a little bag of raw. little brother lay u out 4 speaking murder talk. now I lay us down to sleep I pray if we don't make it gotta wonder father God why these niggas hate in bury me in baton rouge with a million ones add a naked dime piece and a pare of loaded gun. . diamonds vees inside my mouth . my breatch be cold as ice. when o shoot t i double tap that means i shoot him twice. im a sure shot soldja and my mission homicide. gangster is as gangster does i aint scared to die. I live my life a gangster tell my momma in can't quit it kill all the folks ur cared about even killed yo kids. snitches all in body bags I keep my heater hot. b zip locks full of bricks of boy cartel stamp on top up . brake it down and bag it up. than sling it to the block. when junkies die from shoot in it makes my clientel pop on my way back to the condo fidna try and set it off. keys from my plug rico he stay by me up the block. he cant slow his hustle even when he knows he hot. he selling dope and making hits and running from the cops. he taught me never front ur shit cheddar for your brake it. 50 racks inside my house, with freaky bitch nKed thre two for a brick raw and if u try to take it im unload nasty shit from you aint gonna make it cut it up and brake down whip it cook it up. bag it up and slang it round. try not to get stopped. u lose my dope u lose ur life better not get pooped. dope boy life of making racks thats all that we was taught p.o. keep passing by my house late nights in these streets tryna stretch a ounce just so we could eat I see u bitch its up there. ready here I come im even bussin all these shots even if u run