It’s the 462 broadday terror Shot from where ever Call that America I would tear a leam from ya ear Call that a predator after them shot fleared Then we disappear Make that a hot year Dump Harlem world til the spots clear Welcome back mase Given my frien a new taste I’m on a paper route to chase So I ain’t got time to hate Let alone hoe Or mines to waste Play Hot potatoes with the strap You working the pack protect your loot Nigga pocket watching and thinking you fruit I’ll be like damn too you niggas heard the news We taken the good with the bad I think dats bout pass due You was in the whip wit a mask to Her was serving nicks you was mad too I just had the whip doing the dash fool Riden pass you Nigga I’m blowing gas too Sipping on that Hennessy you was mad too You ain’t have a spot when we was up you was haten on us from the looks and the feelings from are guts You just had enough and I ain’t really digg in yo ass to let you have it More focus to run it up Fuck you chumps You ain’t maken no real matter my shit be adding up With no lost just cost You gotta pay To be the boss Tuff luck heard you traveling a bumpy road You like Jane throwing that White girl up your nose I gave it a name white girl up your nose Mary wasn’t the thing no more We get dopey off Zaza money bag runts with the lamas green talk dollar