AR and things will make your head ring I got you hooked like you a fing mixing up that cream with the bean how it seems trying to get a clean Red machine don't claim nothing but my team because we got Big dreams screaming street mob riders we don't die we multiply I apply pressure to the haters slide like a skater heading straight to Decatur down south that way they wear alligator going to the top like a elevator I fear no man but my creator it's nothing greater then living your best life Charles dice said I was cold as ice so take the advice I'm going to add a little spice the streets ain't really nice I would never change the price I just want a slice