ok movin with the cartel dead only time gonna tell break me out the cell i dont kiss and tell reflexes when you try and be dumb smokn so much i got a green thumb aint got paper i got no lamer tired and chewed up i got bread up too many deaths too many taken must awaken too busy shakn fools out for the bag cant get the fag shoot till im out still dont hit em chase em down the block runnin from the cops got it out for me keep the the blade on me excpet i only shoot aimn but my hands shaky no time for feelinn hazy dead opps on me like a casket dont care just want the basket real mc on the streets keep it real rob a block party for the weed and alcohol i got wasted faded