we gon spin the block hit em twice we be in the hood rollin dice smoking good stuck for life we just made twenty off a ice it aint thirty six 18 was the price i lead off a action I don't take no advice i was taught duck and run from the lights u might see me bustin pipes I ain't even bright And i saw my whole entire future die inside the light word comin thru the door 25 to life nuggets laying on the counter drunk bitches on the floor my girl still real connected walk around in valore all she do is spend the money like she own the louie store if the plug move far then i need extention chords and a business license cuz i own like eleven fords i can reconnect the torch clack it ratchet up the force hit em put em in the morgue we be in the hood we towards the source we the core up forever getting more cartel payin cash droppin biscuits watch them bitches stumble past straight drop from 40 flights i just lost my licence ditched it in the trash i just lost the lights we didnt even crash they all know there's something wrong with me I'm putting shit on smash if they movin wrong thats they ass dealing for a year without a problem thats a rat you bet i pop up pop on back hit em first if u scared Go to church dropped em in the alley that aint cap bobby got more lives than a cat bet yo ass we gettin back bitch im 35 and i will still run the track we still in the feild i tell bitches how to act still gettin prescriptions filled while yall playing with the pack i be droppin chicken in the kitchen gettin more If it ain't 36 i know its 34 they all know that we get it the go to war we aint doin alot a bullshittin back and forth always get it for the lowest ticket make a promise thats insured tell me if you with it we get sixteen off a four im dying how im livin better go get u a sword ill get gone in 60 seconds in an imitation ford countin money crackin corn they actin funny stay informed hunker down wait out the storm shit its 2024 my niggas still sellin corn shit its 2024 im in the hood where i was born gettin top from a dime shit be looking like some porn they can't lock me up shit man i be holding court bitch i aint pretend to snort smokin on that sour lemon this rhat old school reinvented sour diesel mixed with chemist this is not a drill they gon need a dentist reinvested in a pilll blew a thousand smokin lettuce i got a thousandq yellow school buses mr. bettis my prescriptions gettin filled the money go on to texas after that. shit i dont know guess it go over the fences i could hit the stove, hit the road and then clear the benches stickin to the code i reload the load explode the weapons smoking on way too much dope got me wheezin an congestion boy im from a place where you get beat for your possessions but im from the streets i represent it with my presence i dont want no bougie ass bitch not my preference i wonder how much cash i got runnin thru the trenches i could liquidate your assets in less than 60 seconds shoot it out like the aztecas i might rob the whole town take a hound down the road. do it all again in vegas this a shootout niggaz faces filled with pellets watch your laces thought you knew bitch im thug life this aint elvis i aint changin i was sent to infect niggaz minds like a contagion pussies claim they want fire im bringing flames in im swinging iron but this aint no tire changing this that if you wear a wire you get your whole team cremated mixed up with pavement eviscerate my patience speak satanic invocations i can get it four H's or score fetty from the asians big bet im savin still in the kitchen still doin the bakin and we heard yall been doin alot of bendin breakin got the beat shimmy shaking