yeah days they really come n go wake in morning get stoned n get ta countin stacks of dough every hit I be puttin out goin platumn or gold when God made ya boy damn right he broke the mold realest in the streets true story real killer big hustle all told seen yo bitch out turnt her to a center fold ops even set foot on my blocks lite they asses up Swiss cheese um shot um full of holes at the club hoes naked shakin asses dam them bitches round here can really work a pole an my heart so cold like the ice Berg around my neck its stright froze think of standin next ta me better walk light egg shells have um walkin on they tippy toes gun um all down left them boys on yo side same color as a 🌹 rose wanna squabble bitch right left right knock yo bitch ass out when I caught with a bow tell me who's yo favorite rapper. well yell already know beezybo54 yaaah I always stay with Hella flows like a rivers cerant with this music it just goes an where this shit stops i promise yall no one ever gonna know rap Intel I die an that's just the way it goes full ya cups up smoke another an pour it out for any rappers that wanna step we can go murder she wrote for they asses really put this on my soul it's over