I back you up like a background I'm the fire you the campground I'm the nigga you been hearing bout from the underground I'm running threw you niggas like a playground holler at a G when you get tired of the runaround seen that bitches ass it was all round so I did a turn around got you fuck boys on twenty rounds after the pussy like some blood hounds I be picking up rock by the pounds you niggas be rebounds words with no sounds you stepping in my fairgrounds might be lost and never found at all cost I'ma be the next king around never a lyric lost always cold so I frost a killer inside I'm banging to hard to hold bringing the gold every sak I sold I did for reason might not be the right season to be pack packin the heat I am to be backin backpackin fake act acting the way you are damn hitting hard like a cam banging like a 380 damn I love my ole lady and baby maybe some day they can save me from these streets fuck with my family your ass be trapped then rapped up in ur mommas bedsheets nothing to be heard but the birds n niggas talking like parakeets I'm bitter but then I'm sweet but step it up and break out the worksheets keep playing dick see how far I skeet when really not one yall can compete one more shot at a new life n wife is all I need to be great and complete