E the Profit be fuckin with me Gang, We Be in KY running thru hundreds fresh off the printer, pulling up 5 whips deep an a sprinter, first we arrive to the party and after we go to dinner, we are some Gods yall just some sinners, all these diamonds and gold, they established us as some winners Damn right we some champions, I know they can’t stand us son, even when the streets tried to abandon us so not everyone Fam to us, don’t make me get a Ghostface killer, I go crazy just like thriller, yeah I’m white but I’m a driller, Call me mister foreman at your local construction job, more like George, I’m the kitchen flattening out the work, messy gang got your back anyone can end up a shirt but back to the game for what it’s worth this has been my lane since birth, stunning but been hurt, went super saiyan nah I ain’t playing check the record young street legend but like Tupac said if only Gs made it to Heaven, instead I’m crash out with a Mac 11 Till I’m dethroned, Can’t stop Me The Kings Home.