flowing like yacth on the atlantic...hold to me my promise ..i dont panic...plenty ways to kill em where im landing...i be working hard what cant i handle...the world is in favor when i plan it...when you see me i know you understanding...my brother locked my cousin died in traffic...its a lesson to shit but cant grasp it...but im coming for whats mines i gotta have it...and the they day i get a million dont act flashy..i dun grew up with some killas and some trappers...and they go for what they know like whats the matter...make bands off selling weight like fuk a challenge...put a bitch before yo seed these niggas wildin..but aine tryna be gangsta im to honest...x2....