well fuck. didn't snip the end off. sorry Bitch I'm the shit, something like manure. Out the florida gutta like some gators in the sewer. No Yung Joc baby, but I swear to God "I'll do ya, do ya, do ya bad, do ya bad". Make a motherfucker, wish he never had. Ya Gunshine here to stay while other fade like a fad. Fade away, fade away, I just leave em in the past. Now I'm here to haunt your presence through the speakers in the back. I'm back now, look into my future, here to twist the game up, kama sutra. They could never see me, why they wanna be me? Say they get it like I got it, man I swear they must be dreaming. Got my ear up to the streets, so I know just what they needin. Call me mr pusha man, bcuz my music got em fiendin. I'm dreamin of my Eden, but these hoes can be deceivin. And it's cold up in these streets, so u know I keep some heaters. Look, your chica want my semen, and she know that I don't need her. Know that I don't want her, know that I won't caller. But these hoes love a baller, Gunshine, wassup.