hocus pocus, call it magic how e'll disappear,  bands be stack up homie I'm tellin ya it's been a year, gettin caught in traffic I switch lanes and then i up the gear, I'ma be the first of all my pears to fix the Rollie gears,  getting bands up, runnin up the racks, far I can see Im finna spaz, I'ma loose my shit if they  don't let me be, leave em dead, 6 feet in the dirt what it has to be take these chains, get these off my soul yo just set me free, I'm a menace, I kill everybody on the beat, running up the bands is the only way I feel complete, if she dont want to fuck then fuck it ima beat my meat, pockets to the brim I try to hide it but they still can see, try to free my mind I learn a lot from all these dope fiends, Im drinkin lean, I mix it with the the Sprite and a triple bean, I ain't ever been the type to go fuck with triple Cs I'm the type a homie to converse with a couple gs if you dont like it fuck it yo I'm still gon say it, yo my lyrics like a hose n they steady sprayin, hope ya praying when its ova it's gon be a celebration, I'm amazin, during all this shit I might go super Saiyan, don't be playin, play ya cards right might jus end up winnin, don't be trippin, hitin lics Is just a part of what the deal is, yo the deal is we gon do whatever to go get a million,  even sinnin, we gon do whatever we do to go get it,