Yeah

Stuck off the money, I'm bagging this shit

I roll a 3.5 off the rip

You see the street sign, it's the Westside, got the piece flying off the hip

She on the Eastside, on freak time, hit the E-way, I zip

Don't check this cup, I'm lit

Bitch, I'm fuckin' bent, yeah

Blunt up to my face, I'm out my noggin na, fasho

Grab the bottle, she gone taste the liquor 'fore she taste the pole

Don't let me down, if it's a go then let me know

Hit it one time now I'm space bound, ****, seeing ghosts

And this how it go

To tell the truth I don't really think I need the 'tune to get this shit across, come on

They like chill, nah, fuck it, boy my ego getting loose

Bitch, you think you Mike Jack, you like the Tito of the group

I go all the way to Iraq, they still wouldn't shoot

Nah, I'm lying but that why the troops ain't ever far behind

I got green as old as I

Look my demons in the eye

And that's why I been sanctified, I'm preaching to the choir

How you beef and turn up vegan when they even up the odds

Leave them streets alone, you need to leave it up to God

Bitch, I let it ride but it's the season for it now

I go through all type of shit, I see the reason for it now

Think I'm born to walk the flame so I'm reaching for the fire

Ain't no playing, he gone think I'm Liam Neeson when he shot

Stuck off the money, I'm bagging this shit

I roll a 3.5 off the rip

You see the street sign, it's the Westside, got the piece flying off the hip

She on the Eastside, on freak time, hit the E-way, I zip

Don't check this cup, I'm lit

Bitch, I'm fuckin' bent, yeah

Stuck off the money, I'm bagging this shit

I roll a 3.5 off the rip

You see the street sign, it's the Westside, got the piece flying off the hip

She on the Eastside, on freak time, hit the E-way, I zip

Don't check this cup, I'm lit

Bitch, I'm fuckin' bent, yeah

Yeah