swift shift lift kilt speeding in tha fast lane, shifting gears now we act man, can take a nigha out the hood ,but cant take hood out man, csme up from the sand , so one day headed bac to the sand, if its murda she want , then murda part of tha plan, kinda shacking on the lift off, we ready to land, fucking right still want my mules, amd all of my land, aint my fault that im so gifted, this just Gods plan, stood toe to toe with the best of them and never ran, for my mama , my kids and brotha juran, told them i had the ticket , they knew i wasn't playing, showed me how to go and get it stand up be a man, nighas clamming that they love ya , only turn to FANS. say dont bite that feed ya, i didnt see hand, see im headed to the top , now they hold out they hand, dawgs in the wind , free my dawgs out the can, last thing granny said , was if u want get it then you can. get bac focus , stop the playing, cause you can die before we land , fucking right thats my mans , hit the court lie on the stand, hit tha blocc , blue carvan, step on shit, flip ya mans , third degree , call that a tan, fish greese hot , dont need the pan, wrist hurt from whipping , let it cool off in that frying pan, stay with the shits , ya wit the shits i just made a band, no puffy im like fuc a band , no biggie nigha fuc a friend , no more 2 on chapter 3 all me till the fcking end. 2 say he got me, and it aint no way dat we cant win. looked dead in the mirror like fuc it im all in.