first i wanna  thank god for the pain that he been causing me, he broke me down and picked me up it tormented constantly ,  his method worked  he freed my mind  unleashed the boss in me,  I sieze the moment learned to manage blessings properly  no more sleeping on the ground livin deep in poverty, from rags to riches super fast there aint no stopping me, im bout to come up on a whip- buggattis on my mind stay up in my lane ferrari boys about to shine  I stay with tunnel vision tanks of nitrous at my side  whole hood love me cuz im back up on my grind when i eat the streets eat garenteed every time  Id rather feed the streets than give the church another dime Real life missions running stacks up all the time, rain sleet snow and even when sunshine Here comes the two to the tree to the floor, 10 tabs of acid got me crawling on the floor  I'ma keep it trapping till the feds kick down my door  Here comes the sick to the heaven a the gate  I'm so eight up that I rock with triple eights  So u better shoot ur gunz I'm tripple super heavy weight  That's why all my shit come from the the Cali bay talkin couple hundred miles from the golden gate  Redwood valley potter valley and garberville The base line salary about a quarter mill, that's from growing grass living chilling on the hill. 100 plant limit in Humboldt county it's the best, hippy chicks with paint dripping down from their breast. The only place where molly ain't cut with the meth    the loss of family  really bothered me  reviled the snakes took of my shades and now i see them properly