play m3 left and see ya death I'll shoot this shit up like I'm stef ain't no secret I'm the best for this bag I'm on a quest never lack I'm my shit I'm need y'all to back up off my dick I'm good don't need no friends cuz don't really know who really wanna see me win I saw the hate thru the tints I was only in benz just a material thing but over thise people always seem to change skeezy stay the same weather I'm Brook or money ain't a thing but I rather be rich like I'm Jay and jamane and until it's like that I'm spitting bars all day remember every morning on the bus with the fiends shit was always stinking had me thinking about my dreams don't give me dap please I can see the envy and jealousy can't stand to see me in the lead they rather see me wit the three pound seven about to teach a clown lesson about peice either u wit or u not are u my hand or a op play me left and end up shot don't make me worry bout no cops bout no cops bout no cops don't make me worry bout no cops cuz I'll pull up on yah block like I'm dough boy in the drop