trap squad we always kicken ryhmes and on our next grind ghetto times got me commiten crimes im at your back like wind chimes fucken tough times talk that shit ill drop you down just like collumbine gonna get signed but it takes some time ill kick it hang loose killen it with my book of ryhmes stuck in this world feeled with hate happyness is kinda hard to find thrown in the dark i kinda felt blind stuck in the dark looken for the shine to make it out gotta cut the binds felt like a lost soul hopen my god would find this lost boy hand me a crown and my book of ryhmes haters cast shade homie rewind i could cap you down or scrap you down in the lunch line when you run your mouth bitch its crunch time im gonna rock your ass harder then sublime all i need a beat and a ill ryhme and illl kill your ass with one line im ill great on my grind hopen to blow up and turn back the hands of time just wanna have my own space with low crime so i can kick back and recline im hella on my beats and ryhmes sicker then swine i have big dreams hopen to get signed ima murder you all with a hot vs and punch line im hella fresh your looken like a cracked out frankenstein sometimes good and evil they intertwine i can do a hit and run almost everytime i drive smooth and turn on dimes pussy money weed to me is like fresh wine i get better over time game over little homie you gotta long climb better quit while your still young and resign i grinded from the bottom worked my way up the incline grab the mike hop on stage its my time to shine d93