i got cash, i got juice every girl i get always get used im the rap aint nuthin to prove when u a cryp, aint nuthin to lose shoot u up, get more than a bruise killed 6 bloods, they aint got no clue they think that im dumb but they real fools came up im ur house and i started to party sumbody mess wit me u better stepback like harden cops coming sum1 must've called em why u using autotune u hiding in the shadows like a racoon u only half of my level like a crescent moon u aint want the smoke but its coming real soon im only 12 in 7th grade but i still get double wut u get payed came to mess with me, but u gonna wish u stayed just me an my baes u finna run when u see the expression on my face u got life debt that u cant raise im a fire rapper im a blaze i got money, i got juice got u sad, singin the blues i aint gonna lose aint no need for a truce u just loss, and u aint got a clue