Lord knows we came up from them slums outchea playing trumpets and dey all come wit dem drums Lord knows I'm my brothers keeper we coming in yo preview and we poppin in yo sequel slide gang my nigga slide game so official we hopping out with rifles and them bitches looking missle my bae she so official she blow it if I whistle I bout her ass a 40 and she sold it for a nickel aint no love in the streets it made me wanna hate at this rate I'll be straight pray i dont run out of weight I pray dem bundles build up in my safe I pray he keep my haters all at bay if I lead astray I swear i wont delay nor will i hesitate aim and wave while it spray jerk my shoulder do my thang gang gang my nuts hang grown man with a status cooking batches selling matches by the masses breaking glasses from the gases i can smash em but i pass em nothing free hoe im taxing count my cake count it backwards runnin to it run from relaxing