yo shoot through you like a hologram cant touch me or the the fam get these hands with the shit all about my bands runnin game you know my name main you should be ashamed mf king in the rap game a real G got respect on the streets stay inside you Caint handle the heat make ya brain leak my shit on fleek from my brows to my goatee ya bitch say she got somethin to show me take her to the back dancen on my lap she turn around i give that big booty a smack goin off on the track every body sayen whos that with the fifth wheel in the back packed with the strap finna go out an see where its at dont back down whoop ya ass all over town punches hittn like AK rounds take ya swimmin with the sharks you gonna drown been a king since a youngsta but i don't bang king of my self my right hand say the same diamonds on my chain i got jane in my Brain maine probably goin off sell a few pounds in a hotel lobby shit go side ways don't try to stop me mf tried to rob me had the tre five seven on meh lettn em dump got ya body slumped groin up gettn kicked out made me hustle drugs packed with the strap ready to bust slugs aint no thug just a mex liven in a world thats so fucked end up in the all white tux lettn em know how it came aint for the fortune and fame this for the homie locked up or passed away