mob through the fog creep in my caddy purple powder donuts in my blunt 🐊 eyes stinky like a skunk 2 12s slapping in my trunk knocking new shit from fready B glock 40 in my lap cause I'm packing heat. homeboy what's cracking selling big crystal and packing pistols homeboy tell me how goes it blown big crowds of some power donuts up on the corner late as hell couple of slap stick looking for some black or chris I started talking and they were listing they down for a mission down to Oakland to meet a friend just got out the pen they didn't think twice because I'm the real Mccoy hoes in the caddy big pimp daddy all the way there smoking and joking next thing we know were lost in Oakland there fools around here ain't joking fire in street broking windows city of dope east Oakland to my boy Freddy B I'm on my way home back in sac town making my rounds homeboy what you smoking meth from Oakland homeboy you need some crystal got it in the trunk under the pistols money stack fat and I'm not in jail spitting out raps about my life homeboy it ain't nothing nice I'd do it again and not think twice live my life at the roll of the dice I've Been lucky running the streets like a spun monkey wish a mother fucker would try to punk me homeboy over some skunk weed then get stoned and whatch them bleed because I'm high as fuck on some speed leave your body in the street and leave the police with no leads because there nothing to solve when you're evidence has disoved when I control the glob I give it one big spin watch you fly off this carousel and the underground kick in .now I'm 10 moves ahead walk in to your funeral and tell you goodbye wipe tears from my eyes as I cry. I might find myself in bed with your wife getting hi give her hope just to get by life doesn't stop it just slips by word to the wise anybody can get got at any given time and when it's your time to go we'll you already know what we all know for sure will flash before your eyes like a blare