its fucking m.o.b to my enemies im still living if they bury me r.i.p much love for the cliff streets Hennessy what in sipping in the b.t.b i got some haters but they don't wanna challenge me never ran from a nigga always down for whatever i been labeled a killa cause i murder for cheddar only love for my neighbor see im tryna get better when i was down my ass i started pushing them pebbles moved on to bigger shit im dreaming of being rich of owning my own shit but haters be on my dick knowing it won't fit my cup it over runneth and capitalize from it my lyrics they be the dumbest im making you niggas plummet falling from high places bitch niggas be snitching and real ones be catching cases my haters pushing up daisies bitches be tryna trap me not knowing im really crazy im throwed off like a dak passed intercepted the game now other rappers surpassed out smarted and out classed defending my fucking title run up and get smashed its m.o.b money over bullshit don't ever get it twisted the streets be my pulpit i got a hellava message crashing with other rappers and leaving nothing but wreckage respect it or fucking check it you check it and get respected yo message is redirected im eating and un digested i promise you get dissected lyrically get infected im sipping on dois xxx chilling back Mexicans the bitches be tryna bless me knowing they fucking stress me they keeping they hands out they ran wrong route