grew up on sandwitches and chips, i wish i could slide on the playground, but the times are tougher pushin rougher pushin thunder, comin under now im the thunder, homies got the glock while we protect our home block,im the kid who came up in san antonio had an absent father but my mamma always cared, shout to bone thugs, spm and pac the real kings of the rap block like the block of rock, those truely the kings, i went from skinny to strong haters gonna hate while trachers try to educate, i dont discriminate but i catched a cold case on the base they were slidding on my ops didnt choose to call the cops what were they gonna do there ewere 10 of em and only 1 of me im sorry but aint no damn john wick the. Systems fuckin sick aon of a bitch i know he a snitch shoould have beaten ass in the penn when i had the chance now i got these charges comin down like an avalanche fake ass bitches are hard time snitches gotta burry them in ditches, eatin food popin out now that's the click, im a kid with a different kind of spectrum im still rhyming verses cookin lyrics making it fresh,im the best better not test aint nothing to loose, started small but niw im slowly growing bigger haha that's what she said.