I've done sold dope I've done sold weed I'll never sell my soul but I sold dreams did time in the cell that was back in 13 14 15 16 17 18 bullets in this gun dont make me let it ring, and my name hold weight in your hood every letter ring, your bitch calling me now but I'm gonna let it ring, cause I'm with my new bitch riding around in some new shit, niggas hate how I'm moving but taking notes on my movement, like he the top 5 dead or live every bar I spit crack I'm am the pot, pushing work on the block I was moving a dot, I'm trying to get a bird bring it back to the block, break it down to all Nick's then open up shop, put my niggas on cause my niggas gonna make sure it pop, with a shooter at the top of block, like that's a dub if you think I'm lick, if I shit to yall I'm superman to my kid, so all rappers take lessons from me and every bar I give yall is a blessing from me,