gotti Montana capone neva leave the streets alone true kings heir to the throne cap an feel of this thug shit I put my roots down till I fly home I got weed on that jet my ego got that pussy wet I break that Crack like an egg if u don't wanna die get on your knees and beg if u want get shot not yet I ride boget game sweetest like frosted flakes stack up that cake I got enemies I wanna eliminate if I have my shooters there it be too late heir to the throne maybe El chapo escape from jail till he made home don't fuck with my pesos I bult tons of bricks like Legos I got an choppa in the truck fuck Donald trump I'm from the slime where I came from pull that fire out not firefighters if u prove to me ur hired dope game so higher what u know bout dirty south boys this is aks not an toys f and n to the strap fucking with me come feel my wraith