I got three kilos not a 8th on me I just reloaded gotta pray for me stick to b roads sounds safe to me shout out to my bmo surrounds me with Greif blowing up ma phone doubting I cheat baby when when I get home I'm blasting ya cheek I snapped up the phone and dashed to the street back in ma zone I see a flash from the police make believe baby why on my life take your sleeve dry your eyes on my life i see my house finally made it back 107 ounce in a bag in the bag better bounce before they find and I'm grabbed no time to lounge and relax gotta get round to the clowns in the flats gotta break it down make the rounds do the maths kitty's suround nursey make the pounds turn around because im earning the scratch