The vocman in this mo4ka shout outs to sobeatz in this moo4ka big thumbs up to young crime in this mo4ka swerve that trottle up to 330 in this mo4ka Vocman I came from the bottom now im ballin in this bitch Came straight out the gutter we was riding with the sticks Diamonds on my neck and it watery just like a bleach I will never switchup on my brothers we a clique All I want is get that bread up swift and feed the team Im with crime and sobeatz this shit solid like a brick Mama told me stay away from robbing and finesse Made that mac 11 hit a nigga in his brains Pushing work real solid and the packs up in the bando I got all them fake as fellows and unreal ones signed off None of them real niggas who unsullied ever changed up Chopper took his breath that lil thing fatal like it tshang sung Counting all these racks and smoking pounds we came from scratch Squatting in them huts we handicapped like we was sacked Christian dior dripping like its water from the tap Niggas tried to sneek diss got them semi autos clappin Messing with my bros you takin risks dat glock prolly gonn' slap My heart full of rage this styrofoam might kinda ease the pain And we worked so hard that I end up gettin bands like Gucci Mane Like this shit real and buggin salt and Ice aint look the same Practically in life you either bound to lose or stand to gain Live with agony and I take drugs to heal the horrible pain Pour a pint up then I accomadate it with novacaine Made it through the storm but niggas weak they couldn't stand the rain You know Im a killer and I aint got myself to blame ayy Chopper hundred shells and the shells gon empty the safe ayy Came from pushin pounds ayy, Uncle was a hounds ayy I still see them bodies when I go hallucinating