These bitches envy me i feel like i got it all planned out you niggas know i stay strapped down pullup with the mac out ran up them numbers so i could crack down u shordys gon needa spin yall ass round before the gang get yall asses passed round this heat torch a nigga head i flame up his soul so i dont wanna let it get locked down ill smack the opp make a nigga pass out u see this heata gon blaze up nigga u see my hittas u gon freeze up u get on yo knees talkin bout u want no smoke shouldnt have ran yo mouth now ill hit u with the strap put u on yo ass now hollow tip bustin down yo throat make u spin that ass round comin up in the world gon make me get these blue bills talkin bout some real pills i havent came into the fame but u know i wont be passed up u clap out me u know i wont ever get tapped out these hollos tips is some fast rounds u gon cry when u make my ass spazz out i look like im in the frat house but i dont play round dont make a nigga get shot now u know that i put my life on the line now i cant ever let these niggas fly past this is a game and im winnin the race u cant beat this chase cuz im the paper chaser gonna fly by when u niggas sleepin so dont ever think that im tweakin u talk that shit dont think i aint gonna be sneakin these bullets crack down me and my niggas wearin all black u know we be creepin this game is my fan base these bitches know they envy me but these bullets is some fast rounds imma big dog talm bout some hell hounds smokin all this kush i got them mass pounds lean in my cup u be tweakin like a crackhead ya last hoe gave me some fast head im flyin in the game gon get me some fast bread clap at me turn into a masscre u gon be the last dead i be switchin to the fast lane im risin to the top in the king lane shootin bullets through ta window pane u gon think im insane crackin down like the past now let them bullets crack now 40 shell crack down through yo brain got the mac out its my last round make sure it put u on yo ass now