imma write my lyrics first i came to the real really thuggin just like you knew i would homie cry cry crying to the bluest sky never would have my head to the grown even during low tides just like a rasta won't find me on my bkneesnah my twist up back bend like acrobatics daddy imma turbackwardds to benc to get down on your please my homie got back my back just like i would if i come to moments of bull crap level of stupidity that i dont like i keep up with the pace my pace of regular love and self care for my true future life will cost you all you got if yoj dont pay for what you take and spend up when its not all yours and you owe back credit careful with your credit card they mutiply the more you let yojr bank take you for a djmmy dont fatten a fool for a mongoose motherfuckers will without cause eat up your money