100 millie in my bag ..count it up & splash I got no watch ..its all in my head Thoughts sprinting in my darkest hours Im just watering my garden's flowers Steady running Imma outcast Oh nigga ..you know that Taking shots with your gat Makin it rain is the forecast They makin it with the broad black If not ;i plot a killin like Nate turner Imma big pucture thinker like Mr Chana Youngin outya living on the liqour