Hit or miss you looking at the realest smoking some shieet might make you lose your breath if you going to step then stomp the yard **** I got the real good pack pest control **** we killing all rats racks up in my pockets I pull it out they like gotdamn Im the man got the plan she ain’t want to dance but them diamonds dance got like 10k in my closet ima sensi you can’t buy this you had to learn it everything I got I earned **** know I’m champ without the trophies balling like I’m champ Bailey riding in infiniti doing 180 married to this bitch her name is Mary Jane that’s all I need nasty bitch it flash you public I just dropped the album realest shieet I ever wrote you ain’t like one song Usa hater I just gave you twenty of them new thangs in that black new thang with peanut guts and it lost its brains this shieet insane balling like I won a ring I didn’t even play doe choppa turn you to Plato running this game like eat my dust gotta finish first before they turn me to dust I’m working till crack of dawn till the sun turn to dust you was on never put your bruddah on he should of never called you bruddah