I'm back bitches Still swerving from the snitches Holding up my drawers cuz I be showing off my britches. With my twakpack In my backpack And my snap back And my Mula stack Back at it Cuz I'm a twak addict My brains all static A straight problematic Emotionally dramatic With my life in the clouds like I need to reach up and grab it Love in my heart Although its ripped apart From my own disappointment But with my addictions annoyance I'm numb in a lushes coma The bullshits in the air I can smell the aroma Block as hot as a motherfuckin sonna and all the cool kids in the hood with the marijuana Blunt blowin Big showin dough rollin yea my Ryhmes flowing Reputation aint stopped growing Hopefully its for the better Bc I know I can do better even if its been cloudy wheather a quitter never i got the wisdom yea im pretty clever sobriety went out the window im runnin from my own shadow tresspassing through the nieghbors patio blaring my fuckin radio coming through like a fuckin tornado trying to dodge from another gutter hoe. and the local thugs cuz they always moochin of my drugs wont be chillin cuz they got bedbugs locating not one but all the plugs creeping on the corners with their mean mugs. while im hollerin to the thirsty one i dont want no scrubs!