STIFFY WIT DA BLICKY IN MY CITY, white Wes he crazy, rap and the city saved me, my momma never bathed me as baby so after my father died how she gonna raise me, White Verizon of VON I dare a killer to come tell me I’m Wrong, counting bodies on both hands so don’t trip or you’ll be shouted out RIP in a song finally got the crib but it didn’t really take that long, grinding for it everyday something had to shake So now we back cruising in the maybach, Me And Bandz steady flippin them sacks like we worked for sacs, yeah bitch we got them bags, use to keep some bud in car so if the cops could grab, we jus tryna survive we aren’t getting high, money is the mission so jus listen spend 300 coupe 8 grizzy chop them in half now ya at 16 at 140 a piece do the math that’s some real cash in ya hand it was all brought to by the junkie white man, probably someone brother or uncle who wasn’t thinking bout the future only his selfishness turned into a fien for drugs and not money I’m sorry I think it’s funny, lot of these white Kids dummies, jus because we rap bout selling drugs doesn’t mean you have to buy them, now all they think is slugs and thugs but couldn’t even load a slug. Damn I don’t mean to bug but white people what the fuck.