Yea yea yea Niggas plot on my name and Dey kno my name yea last nigga try me he got shot He a opp I learned how to the bag when I was 10 and every since then I let it blow in the wind Mac 11 do damage she ate up like it salmon catch me in a all black scat like Batman let these bullets fly in the air I don’t care you feel me can u hear ok good I do what I should grades up I’m good I got people mad cause I’m doin what they wish they could