there were hard days when i could rhyme could not make it could not shine couldnt come up with a fucking dime now the river stay flowing and its my time did you ever pass clever people by not saying that you fucking never try always got the scope with the eye theres no fucking team its only i only i in this freaky drive by get you some wings you can fly bye got some things you could die with damn your wishes it is not good take you back to the old neighborhood getting fucking high on paggas goods im so high i cannot share my goods girl so pretty like minaje would gun so cold i call it pop sicle flow so dirty you should mop it girl mop it clean and make it swirl smoke that green and burn it good torch that shid and light the world torch that shid and light the world story zeros zeros zeros zeros big hair big nose brown eyes not bold short ass no joke records no no nothing in store cold with the flow scope with the glow dance with flow pull up on yo shoot you no joke thats how it go credits on low pasta on stove zeros zeros zeros zeros zeros zeros zeros zeros