Ay check all these **** want do what I do

All these **** want move how I move

All these **** wish they walked in my shoes

Ten thousand men now but nonetheless **** you picking shoes

Her inviting wish I gave some type of sorrow

**** I can die tomorrow

I need to hit and pack like Pablo

Shit, Escobar's off Tahoe don't doughnuts

Don't give a shit about that car no

I wrecked it jn my city I'm respected

Stand up guy, you never checked it you never got the message Always laid when the two days paid

From the third your whole life turned gray

My shoe is set from long range like clay

You a whole Bobby Volotino type ****

Get caught fucking dyke **** shit's right, don't excite **** You ain't gon' blow it ain't no hype with you

And you ain't on it ain't no life in ya I'm Tummo

Stop playing with me, get focused ****

Ay check , every week I do this in my sleep real mistic

Real relax coming off the top with these rocks

Real poets get finger snatched

My man was stripping off that Beemer scratch

Pulling out the parking lot hot shit we like to spark a lot

Real builders only tote the pot

Hundred million dollar conversations in the makings

The city lights out still like Eddie Baker

I call my man off he was Ian Bacon living foul like fucking 85's

Thought I was full charge, like I'm 'Pac and Karl Kani

**** missin' me, this bitch ass get fisted in

Military you shoulda enlisted in shoulda listened in

Now I baptize **** like they christening

Smack them ass, fitting won't fit again

I swear to God