they sounded them niggas sound mad i i aint fake it with them must want me living bad begging for my issue had to stand on them boys run me my cash hitta boy this bag so heavy bought a semi for it shit the paint icey blue im counting revenue my competition sad im dragging haters threw the sand i run the world from the trap i know they they loving that knocking haters over anywhere thats on the map im from the dessert of the all might sierra nigga yung allah play no games in my southern dessert you in the coils of a king bet you bow it down side winding so rare one of a kind yunggin viper striking shit i aint scared of nothing im the god the son of a pharaoh cutty im cut sharp slide the cap clean up off a nigga you want the real well here i am my flow a coffin nigga you throwing stones at your tomb im your finale temple im Moving way to fast for you to try to ever pace me on side of my house where a haters face get painted at in the trenches way to heavy heat i tote nigga ski slopes like ia Lee ya Coke nigga im wild and locking aint no joking hoe please dont prevoke me