track runner

who got that hood hype, day and night I keep em high as a kite, you don't want to take flight ...beat em down like ray rice, then elivate and act polite like I got these acolytes cause they aint actin right just got to keep it tight we don't have to fight but Ill knock em out like mike on sight and pump the fright you dont want the beef cause I might start to bite...who got that ghetto sight to sense the ghetto hype...livin that lime life but every nights fright night so I drink smoke and write under a dim light... on the block Im the ranger with one in the chamber I always sense the danger, I dont trust a stranger Ill chalk em up like a painter...if your a player you can't be a hater, but I swear its not always fair for a square so I might kind of care, but you around a California bear and he don't share his layer fuzzy wazy had no hair, but he ran town like the mayor, on a public square but he wasn't there, so I couldn't care with a carebear Ill let em know with a rare stare... I rock a grey lighter so I know when you try to steal my fire, dont preach to the chior ill knock em down aduken like a streetfighter...Im a frequent flyer and I always soar way higher...something your girl admirers wait right there while I advise her, block your shade with a green visor, illuminate like a shriner...