nigga you got hell pounds gas pressure no brakes when it hit tha fan u gonna have hell of cake I told him I'm make the city shack where dem birds I need them bitches pronto I can whip it show you how to flip it drop it in tha water watch wrist you see the twist 36 turn to 56 I can show u but you still do my trick I can break it down leave town and u still can't hold it down I came back and took my throne and fuck you niggaz dat can't hold ur own cause underpersuer I didn't break bind or fold cause tru G know how to keep there lips close even if tha feds tell you everything that's gone on I guess that's why I lasted so long how I hit rock bottom till I rose to the top sold a few dubs now I'm riding in this drop wit no labels they ask how I did it I tell dem my grind made me do it for my kids send them bricks