Listen to the march of my boot, as I loop through

With my huddle, splash up huddle then I step

Ain't no grin total focus, I can't lose

So I creep to see a bit sleep, but one is lose

But rules the slow, only one camera in the front

On the cashier, I see the 5.000, has what I want

Dancing is like ride on stack, suddenly blunts

And a third out there's some keys, can't be bothered with the stunts

An old man's security guard, nothing I can handle

If he tries to fly, I just toss him like I'm rando

Dip down to the ground, make sure the temps are tight

Look east and west, can't believe it, there's no one in sight

Right like I felt none, as I feel my khaki quarter

Language good, skipping death to the hood

Next we doin' the same thing

Hit the next dial, I see some pages, so I slide and get a piece of split, like George and Weezy, Tucker, cause it's just to eat

And count to make my heck together, damage has been done

The night is still young, the fun is just begun for some

If I'm the zone for one more night, I got the fat caps

The fat reps, the pimp slaps for chapter 1 to test me

Kicks up my sleeves, I make some bleed, if I have to

My laughter, we'll fill the night air, it's 20 after

Time to step with cups, cause all my steps are obscure

Get the gossom dead, as I'm headed towards the door

I see my heart, I chill in the grinning, in the vehicle

I came in thin, but I'm leaving quite queasy

But if I can't afford to pay... (Come back, come back)