i thank God for everything that be going i thank God for leaving in this world for this long ,this nigas want me dead they keep poping up they keep poping up telling nigas how they gona smoke me.shit mo f,,,ker just do it or shut your big mouths and join me, i run this shit from east west am the beast from the east feel me RIp ma fkers when i ride through, type 1 am not the kinda niga that dont play type 2 the kind the nigga that commits your murder surely this nigas try to flex it with a smak i try to fit in your bloody balenciaga kicks and you are right the trucks fits, push up the dollar then i feel like bradd pit stick with the dollar tell those haters to zip it up.lucky luciano had it coming i heard it too niga i dont squeez fingure i squeeze real triggers cat fingures mail em back to your home address tell your boss am not a novice we stand a breast no stress starch is the food thats keeps your going am stack in the woods i keep going i pushed past the hood i keep pushing , a million dollar would give me satisfaction a billion dollar would make me feel like am in action for every dollar their is a drop of blood n sweat 1000 dollars for the cat then i get it dressed thats when you niggas know you messed, coded linguals the streets speak in corded linguals coded linguals the feds speak in coded linguals i dont care what you heard over the wire my shit legal my shit clean my bitch rich presidential my talk presidential that kinda speech that motivate niggas i move in mass your nigas move in pockets am stacks this shit men am soo industrial