rise in grind hustlers mind under the skyline smile and underneath the eye in da sky ..wise guy like throse with mob tise been surfing the game and crime wave like surfers during high tide 🌊 pass by gothic kids doing a seance sold em joints at a grave yard site early morning grind ain't got time ta waste no time...out here handling minds throw im the one they under estimate like bobbi booshay...when going against da odds defeating em all like nacho libre...you lames a new kleeshay....on ya head get ya head blown off like wind to a tupa okay tushay like we was fenceing all in no half assing in a league of assassin's..shit im out bashing with a passion...only time i see competition is when im passing em from overlapping em again...if winning a sin better throw me under da jail now my liryics is spell bound