So much graze that it's hard to speak, so I stay with the Booker T on me like it's harlem heat, pardon creep, the pump will lift you off your feet, I am the big bad wolf, and I'll off your sheep, can't see it in the skin, but the scars is deep and my moms wants off the streets, but I'd rather get fast money, than make slow money, knowing if I get knocked I won't have no money, but I can't turn my back to the hood. Rather flip packs, get stacks and and give it back to the hood. Gang signs out of the window, chrome strap with the beam, that shit look like Super Nintendo. You don't want to crash like Bala La Bamba. I'm with a bad white bitch who dances to TikTok. God bless whoever wanna roll with the fat boy, goin out bad like Trump in his last term. It's Young Tito, take over block like young Nino. wear all red and still hang with Gambino, you know my skeelo, every corner stay hot like Reno. Flip more stone than that dog named Dino.