dear lord, I'm cold as the winter, I'm steady talking to ya even tho ima sinner, hottest in the game but I'm still a beginner, I devour these rappers like I'm eating dinner, in these rap game I murder they call me a killer, I cant get caught so I run fast turn me to a sprinter, I want all the money so I bought me a printer, its better to give than receive so I guess ima giver, shoot the wood off the my stick, I filled him up with them splinters, if I miss I double back gotta make sure I go get him, like the winning numbers I scratch off and I pick em, yellow bandana on my clip like a banana I split em, I'm like cp3 in LA so you know that I clip em, you see the sauce boy yunno that drippin, if them people kick in my door I flush the dope and I'm dippin, lord I'm trynna do right but I cant stop sinning