Hol up, got some fire so lets roll up, bendin corners to the left like it was daytona, headed down fern ridge bout to swoop my potna, heater on the seat as if it was butt warma, fightin all these cases hopin i dont see no time, gotta get this skilla cuz thats all thats on my mind, rest in peace to my homies from the hometown, leave it up to me and imma hold this shit down, why you claim to be feelin me, you aint felt how i felt or seen what i seen, you can try to level with me but wont hit the streets with me, wanna hold a dollar but wont take no fuckin risks with me, sickening, i been on my own since i was young, hit the level 4 yard and i aint had noone, came home, and everybodys on my nuts tough, ive heard every excuse around this bitch its not enough, come to terms with the fact that im different from the next man, everybody snitchin and lyin the shit i cant stand, only wanted one solid friend my whole existence, too hard to manage for these suckas so i keep my distance, player shit up in this bitch, and thats a fact, you aint never done shit, thats all cap, find me in my room oilin up my strap, fuck some fame just want some money for this rap, caught a pick and ran it back to the endzone, askin baby can i hit and is your man home, if he is then you can hit me on the under, dont be suprised if im out knockin down another, irish goodbye droppin hits, 916 stitched lipped across my wrists, drinkin down my 40 pourin out the last sip, for the fallen ones didnt live to see this shit, how you put your city on and leave em standin in the rain, used to see you ballin out at pioneer park mayne, all that shit you rap about i really lived check my rap sheet, and this aint just rappin really been up in the street, spit my life on a beat, im just expressin my experience, you be tryna portray a G hella delerious, its serious, you got the game fucked up, the rich get richer, you aint a pimp you a punk, cut off your day ones, the ones that held you down, wont look for talent round the town cuz you a fuckin clown, hella foul, outta bounds, challenge flag up in this game, before i pass away you gon remember my name, the sicker that i get, the more hits i produce so please cut the shit, if i had a dollar for every mark i hit, believing idealogies that clearly dont exist, no loyalty when you get straight down to it, all i got up in my glass is this coping fluid, before you overcome i feel you gotta go thru it, feel like jesus, everybody actin like judas,