till i bring it them haters want the truth until i bring it to them ive been breaking down the box wit these gold gloves on me so invested in my blocc betta come holla at me liv been snapping every beat bitch I dont need a subject you can catch moving militant threw any projects come sliding through yo suburb turn that shit to projects tell the its a cold process if it ain't no progress boy this shit i kick might just be way to hard to digest im the Gang lord for my blood cuhz we gone get it popping coast a rollercoaster weak shit you kick dont amuse me my life a walk in the park kicking ass usually most them niggas really hoes they know the score p big Paiute come a long way from just pistol poppin keep it gutta pray a hater dont get caught in my mix im from a valley in the desert of this wild sierra i been a rebel i can tell you boy the lord wont fail you