i been dat nigga yall been wack niggaz since the crack era i witness ya money figures get lower quicker than sweat drip working out fitness listen to me you should feel blessed to get this no stress cuz i give the best breast licks then she let me hit it from the back quick she feelin it like my slave when I crack dis whip with whip appeal when i whip the wheels jealous and envy ones a make u grip da steel you all in ya feelings da blaten disrespect causing killings thats real no games to manifest that man playing chest an u playing checkers you steady moving red n black chips moving wreckless no jack pots in ya back slots no casinos stay dealing wit mean hoes trying to drag my gear atleast i got on clean clothes yo trick 247 her asshole never closed better fasten ya seatbelt i ride with rage on the road to success so dont be a pest bugging the way hood niggaz be thugging after i take mines yall can keep the rest we southern boys hot like we fresh out the oven yall earned the hardway to learn how we get down an let the green thumbs burn imma pass this gass to you when its your turn shit so fire burn ya lungs no perm no dust no sherm if you overly concerned about these terms leaving you squirming thru dirt like worms swirving dick serving thick curves even when she talk slick shit an get on my nerves serving ya rap pheens hits like im fresh off the curve an thats my word thats ya word i play with words makem serve purpose i suppose you worthless just sittng waiting for ya diddy work to surface cuz yall worship serpents while we on this earth to repent searching for the holiest persons without them personal perversions nobodys a perfect person on this evil but beautiful earth since birth we been cursed with the worst situations so flagrant most niggaz locked up for having too many keys like maintenance my rap cadence laced with a Newportnews taste from the gutta downtown ghetto where nigga see ya face they frown making u unsettled gone head an be a hood rebel now u facing the devil now you falling face down inside this hell hole where niggaz holding them steel poles more than cats in jail eat swole beefing with the industry wanna compete for my soul my holy soul wont fit on the statue yall tryna mold the world so cold left freezer burns on ya heated stove of course like a dead corpse burning up ya raps sheets to ashes to ashes now yall left in a choke hold like gold dust ya bitch dusty and her lipps crusty click probably smell musty dont need plies to keep my baby bussing off me i know yall dont give a fuck trust me i been there yall been squares suckaz for fan fair the city um from shit ain't fair too many niggaz scheeming dirty niggas there yall still here my nigga we dont care where u from its where your mind at in the trap out here if u gotta grind packs to getcha paper stacks piling up ya stats statistically stabilizing ya memory banking yo theories tanking when hear these sharp flows rusty shanks poke bodies an empty out all the juice u had left n ya tank slowly an call it a truce an thank God for the life you have left an didnt loose haze leaf put rhymes on beats i chose weather on or off paper thats loose leaf domestic citizens like indians creating illa noise hating on they chief Kieth for beef to get cooked gotta keep a cook book i bet that crook wont read feeding growling stomach's starving howling n need of a hot meal foreal hungry with no money no honey shit real when she bailing out whaling out her mouth off the couch she ran out the door fast from me she was out a side piece cuddy buddy but she wouldnt let da squirrel Slide up in her tree to get some squirrel nuts yessir i been whats up my raps dirty never clean an yall washed up like sea shellz out the oceans streams so let me do my thing then add the money up cha ching aint gotta be the hardest im the smartest on the wing ready with deady rhymes that popp ya topp like a rock in a sling shot the new King of rap beats put the crown on my topp you a hating ass nigga get from around this spot forever u cant shop you too hot like ice cubes in an ice trey we cooling off them blocks so them cops can keep it moving when they ride thru my flow keep improving these pretty ass hoes imma keep scooping knock her off then keep it moving maybe pass her off to my manz alley hooping the game you so far away in the hole aint no re couping ya losses n financial gains aint nothing left remains now debt looming respect to them vets that keep they set booming with cash flow serving the pheens that sweet n low without being an asshole gotta grind til the pack gone everything sold off the trap phone witchall wack raps please delete ya microphone watch me flip this verse like u niggaz flipa zip zone of tree phony mcees THC A smoke shop grade fake rookie lung smokers young smokers spending cake to make an attempt to get more than half baked them niggaz be eating plenty of steaks an still beefing they keep smoke on these steets wakem up now they woke up too the dopest flows wrote getcha hooked no ropes for crooked folks that love to cross that line no jokes still roastem for that bread toastem say oottyose gostem they know you a rapist they gone face book postem im the one im the chosen on beats leave unthaw unfreeze ya rap soul floating away in a session disassemble agression with humble intellectual perceptions causing ya nastrils nasal congestions da best i bet wisdom over flesh on a misson to stay blessed Happy why yall dishing out stress no need for fishing nets fishing out a fish bowl bullet kissing ya lipps burning from da hot biscuit run they mouth they misfits the streets they run without benefits dont come with any innocence the game messed you got shooters on deck better be best up cheffing like steph curry when beef on ya block hot spicy like Jamaican curry blaze the heat in hurry the drama come by in flurries some of you brodies talk like nerdies thats why yall never heard of me in the streets i gotta degree schooling pheens to stay alert they see police on the sceen black n green army fatigue in the leauge rhyme soilder on the battlefield hearts ice colder you owe me money and aint pay up u get the cold shoulder i forgive ya never forgetting tho the game been getting sold and told and for dem gold chips you been holding dont get to slip n folding mone