yeah fuck the broke life throw your hands up to the future cause the past is gone trying to do the right but stuck in tue wrong i never fall or quit im chart hit after hit smoke master doing blasters riden roumd town in my whip sliden hands all day watch how i flip grinden up the cash flow heres a tip dont letem knoch you down stand tall flex on em be the street fighter i got lyrics common out in my mind i dont need no ghost wrighter stuck in the dark hopen to see a lil brighter im just a white boy my skin dont get much whiter i dont take shit im a fighter dont piss me off cus im hyper grinden up the stacks everybody pays the piper driven around ptown in my viper pussy money weed only hit it if its tighter fuck the los3 hoes ill pushem off a cliff hangglider im runnen up walls like a spider throw it up for ptown im a rider ill serve u up like a slider dont take shit from a outsider you spark my fuse youll get hit with the flame thrower and a lighter two step i keep at it pullen all nighters