when I touch down, I make my drops, make my rounds, love those highs that, make me lay my seat down ,patiently waiting for your ass to get dropped off, stick with pack on it exploding noodle pq1s, fucked up the cost ,satisfying the hunger cuz I'm the boss, I ain't the same, a lot of mother fuckers don't know me, I got the sauce ,cut from a cloth, you cut from one that's messy, I have a scheme to take over ,who wants to help me, I got the pressure. ,ice ,water ,and the Tony, I'm out here on these streets, I had to earn , I bet I win but you n***** I'm not concerned, fuck niggas mean mug an stare , don't be made an example, to get burned if you listen you might learn ,Big homie Dre in the sky , watching over me, told me I was a God ,said I was holy , be smart I'm heavenly , saveyourself. , nobody has your back., yeah what else...-CHOIRUS- Winners aren't made everyday...Im so different.. Most niggles soft and mushy like clay... Better salute me!!! I win yeah I know meditation... Now pray....