yo i got them goods in my stash i aint reaching cuz big dummie just a scratch n my baby momma out her ravid ass mind beina doge to the trouble for the sake of my grind holy is thine i am reaching for her ass cuz its mine holy shit jizel my hood is a fucking gold mind i was cooking the dope and servi myself catching bites around the pipee she want me to lay down the mad pipe God cannot be mocked in the kitchen with my jersey on pitching white plates and i am pitchin weight got that nine milli up in the gun safe just so my people the hood know i got the chef by my hands that they nailed up to my little cross now kevin gates has his own cross to crack on we are all moving as one by the three thousand they are guided my the almighty hand and i toss the government as my breast plate that is why i am gunna be straight