Pull up like RITZ,Rich, I dint guve a fuck a bout you , switch, Flip plays is my dilou, gotta sick brain, Ima Typhoon, raised up beat up on kicked on cut up kicked out without any love ,Dialuted, Fuck it momma ima thug too it, Guess I was stupid, In class i was a nuscence ti other students and become the joke of every half mutant, More so capable to colone myself into a Mad Movement, Im still fumen off the smoke , hope wont choke , I still fuck with Gangs of Folks , the cause is for the most common form of Broke, Poverty forms fallin off the interscope im not awoke, im a walking dead toke with a mask of an inner Do not approach me Im sorry for the fact, if i do not tell that in which you did you hagg, then ima act, but Actors get their head cracked, Cause where im from, Its the same Track, Ive walked alone, all along, slumped and down, around my kneck this wrope, im wild suicidal intentions with Momentum of shots rangin out for them who cant live with a smile, who cant breath and are underground, pour a bottle too one of em right now, whoever it is that you miss, I miss my own life Pour own out, this is for the Fams ,this is for the dout, no doint we gone take it to the Pound, No dreamin since oids we been phenen fo tge drout,