fresh up out the slam for seeling quarters knick and grams feeling good cuz im the man i still got my caddilac sedan DeVille rolling so slow you think im sitting still i dip to the hood to chill with one my thoughts im feeling higher then an astronaut from nasa theow up the duce to a couple homies im passing my dayton wires were dancing and you know a playa packing on a mission to stack my chips its time to flip the script on these sonsof bitches paint me a different picture no more praying scriptures no more amoke and mirrors as i make my way down the streets of killaz and jelous felous eye in the rearview for the sheriff smoking chronic essance ever since adolescence i was taught to get money without question in my possession snub nose smitth and wesson in the small of my back for discreationfor any situation of agrevation this the ghetto lessons teach ys not for the faint of heart or facitions this the ghettoo goapel that im preaching fuck a hoe cuz they c leaching mines tight aint no leaking in the booth im tweaking ghetto gospel preaching to whom ever want to teach it the world im reaching seeking some understanding of thought its just a prequil to something bigger much more then six figures without a pistol or stickup or the bricks in the trunk on the mic i bring the funk slam dunk on any punks they bumping mloc in they trunk his shit was crunk and fresh up off the slab all the gangstas would bump while they stab put a feather in my cap hoodwinked em like the cat and the hat every pocket was bursting fat and knew him wherever he at fresh up out the slam for selling quarters knicks and grams feeling good cuz im the man still sliding i. my caddilac sedan devillle