All I wear, Last Kings gear, man that shit so ill I just remember havin' to record in my niggas' basements Mama got us out the hood but we still ghetto This an old car, watch your feet when you slide in Cos it might turn extinct like them dinosaurs Simpson Road fashion, poppin wheelies on the Ninja Go and rob bank tellers and shit You are who you are, and there's no way to escape Crook as a picture on Sunday Long live King Von, My baby a gangster, she move with the ladder and i wear leather