Back up on the block in an Old-school Hard Top Lil kids vyben off Laffy Taffy and Pop Rocks Freestyle Rappin they think i gotta micro chip Yeah R.i.P. Uncle Chip It's still Young Money to the deficit Even if I don't sign check it this is heaven sent See ya signs I don't fall asleep I'm never spent I've been listening to um ever since I was a young man Look like a job job job for Byrdman These my upper classman and I'm the freshman I'm hotter than who ever riden wit this beretta I put a letter on my jacket and one on her sweater I'll forever listen to Weezy Wee and Gudda Gudda They rap like me, talk like me, preach like me, been through the streets like me It seems like everything they do they always gotta message for me My heart won't stop, but if it ever did I will still be rapping, way beyond then Back to the rap where my bass line? Caught my folk doing blow we was at lunch time I Poured koolaid in the bag you could call that a punch line He threw a punch I crackled his hand like pork rinds It's better to be sober I blew ya car up you ain't getting pulled over When you come back clean, imma buy you a rover Buy you a old school wit what ever motor So many blessings you gon' be like hold up Lookin like Snoop signing wit No Limit Soldiers