I come through the front door my eyes reminiscing and on my own dough 2 glozks 2 guns nigga I got extendos 1 shot we run we trapping at the bandos we gone run nigga... nahh sneaking through back door 1 shot yu down bro pick you up lay you back down spin around bro you a clown why you laughing yo hold up real quick let me switch the flow Times get hard but I’d find that piece ain’t no need to be black if yu don’t got no belief say I’m walking the streets and I’m tolting that heat hand might get itchy might up andsqueeze I’m talking gangsta is that hard to believe I’m just a young nigga trynna fly to his dreams