hands down

just poured 8 up no mixer chasing that shit with some liquor pass the blunt it falls on me ima ball till i fall or until the lord he called on me so many diamonds now you can't see rocks dancing around all in my teeth talk real gangsta but you pussy to me All I do is win I ain't down for defeat I got my girl kissing on my neck and all up on my cheek always fresh dressed cuz I always stay fatigued keep your distance if you are hating on me Steve wrapped up in a case because of to many rats and snakes egg beater never know when i might whip da streets all my niggas real we ttg raised from the street if you ain't hustle you ain't eat you cant make money in ya sleep better get off your ass and move your feet i got heat burn you up in da street i chill in da pent house sweet bottles on bottles smoking on trees try to play me bitch please take cocaine and whip it into cream take that cream back to hard rock dreams getting money from these back alley feens you dont want to believe but it is what it seems its a party everybody bring your triple beams pour up 8 now im on 12 falling back and forth inside myself open my eyes cant find myself I'ma sit right here by myself white lines on high times shoot up ya block then rewinind pored up 12 and can still see just fine I'll dump out these shells and it's will like drums off drum line