hold up what is the motive behind crime whether it's pulling the jook selling White lines pills or bagged dimes pulling knives Robin nigga blind for they shine i know its crummy but sick of livin bummy we do what we gotta do for this money its the truth this all we want since youth all i wanted was a Benz coop wear Armani suits bank full of loot if you wana be the top Niger then pop quicker wana count big figures pull the triggers youcould never block us nor could u stop us we on a roll y ou gotta ask if you wana pass pay your toll nothing in this world is free dont you know. outside i see things i was never able to buy now i fly high in a g5 gettin f*** letting life roll by rather roll by in a sick ride with big rims all white with the tight trim answering 2 phones wuth 4 sims I can't even begin to tell you were it started or werr will it end if shit fucked up i chucked up and took it on the chin life easlyvcould be coming to an end if i cant catch u ill be im snatch up your next to kin simply yourrt flim zee all the shit you talk aint inpress me stressing me that you keep on sucking guessin me seeing what you could take not what you can make you ain't interested in cake see throu you your fake probably talk to the jake for God's sake just stop it you ain't f****** made no profit gummy never popped it never been on the block and chopped it if you step on my street your body we go chock it get straight punked put up in a trunk takin to the river devouredyou cowards 4 dinner I'm a natural-born sinner bitches flock to me every time thqt i enter I didn't mean to tempt ya fly style and good looks attracts a fake facade shows cracks l can tell by the way you act that's why pussy is you like end up getting clapped or Jacked foe your Jews better know the rules to the game you playing better listen what I'm saying spraying them laying them down two die want to try when things getting serious look in my eyes i tell the truth even when i lie you f*** with the wrong guy this time I'm so Savage I do damage I love cabbage and wereing carrots all this pain on my sleeve is were i wear it in the hood I got me marits true hustler game over nine pack 81 grams of soda do it like hova throughing up the rock hostal taking over the block me being done is a lie I'll only stop if I get popped and I died no filla killa