I get the bag i get the juice i get your bitch i made her loose i get the bag i get the prada I get your bitch i get your daughter i aint stuntin for no father I aint runnin from no twelve cuz i aint wanna be in a cell Polo g the best i had to get that off my chest and i aim to be the best and i be cheatin on my test R.I.P to pac who got bagged with a glock I keep a 9 in my sock when im runnin from da cops My VVS poppin and them bodies they be droppin i aint runnin from no gang tell em meet me in the range The streets made me ask em where the shade be Im the next slim shady Vision dat be hazy Trapen dat be daily I got dior on my feet Door to door like trick or treat