i dont know what to say right now just give me a kay with a exttra round so i can spray at these clowns yhese ol fake rapping ass nighas im lay em down im the king of town i got em weighting on pounds my dawg is a hound i make the money pile you know im staking a mound blowing some clouds a young nigga born to wild i been thigging through this bitch i was child/ by sixteen nigga i sitting in trial/i robbed a chic on my prowl/i know i was foul/way out of bounds/i know i fucked up that wasnt even in my style i learned my lesson all those i hurt forgive me now jail was a blessing it save me from the ground im still here everyday i gotta smile/ man man up nigga run up me and ima send you to the grave digger i got nothing but hotballs and flames to give ya ill cook a nigga ass like thanksgiving dinner a chic see me she freeze up like winter she belive she just seen mr figgas the ghost on yhe post with the cinnamon toast as i roll and i coast every line that i wrote is a rymh and a quote dont take as joke cause you might miss the note/i walk with a glow any where that i go i let my shine show even if youre blind im still an angel