Rolling up this soul reviver, my paper like ez wider No roller coaster riding, gliding thru the freeway smoothly like an ez rider My bitch in the front seat she aint hiding Blunt in hand getting higher than a pilot Windows down letting out the stank This aint one time only this routine THC all in my system no cocaine Heavyweight, smoking ounces no more eighths Police took my weight, I still beat the case Never seen the inside of a cage I see me winning always on 1st place No one knew so no one told em to watch out for me They started hating when they saw me triumphantly Pockets like a cementery full of dead presidents Back then I ain't have it not even 50 cent Getting rich or dying trying just like Curtis did They talking to me now but I don't give a shit for them