TRIO verse 1 suulz hungrier than the stir frys say your rhymes like you aint got 1 or 2 crimes go do a deed like you got no problem to find shit roll a blunt taste like the pussy that shines rich look at the sun and you get burnt eyez where'd you get them glasses from your mom's house keep it a Hannit all you wanted was a real Nigga blackaaa chorus like you wanna be a gangsta all that shit smoke any mutha fuka that step to your click disco inferno robbing the night that caused Santa to be evil . dope rhymes dope rhymes Is I was about to say verse 2 next scenario heres a hysterical line I be the dyliracal on your own coming back with the riches sow down the street eyez turned on your 97s on your feet adrenalin causin through your veins recruiting on the scene stacking much green here a lyrical gift IL teach you a tutorial check the mic there he go busting at them trash again Nigga run afiliated against his conscious gripping the mic as his own life coming to the ruins spider yeah you heard him quick medicine got him trapped as the music plays tied to his neck blocked out locked out empty mic takes the stand choking as holds a piece holds up the store bang a cover on the scene no trail left behind takes the mic accessory to murder nothing but the truth so help you black assss