Goin' showin', creepin', deeper in the cut, I'm hidin' out. Clouds of smoke, they all in me, it's in the cut, I'm chiefin' now. Pockets full, you run your mouth, comin' from the dirty south. Yeah, I got that energy, somethin' you know nothin' bout. When I break a mind, they be thinkin' I'm a lunatic. Standin' in a dark room, dustin' off a broomstick. Still comin' cold with the playa tight top. Floatin' for a bankroll, spittin' ghetto gospel. Dealin' with this pressure bout to make me lose my marbles. Steppin' to me wrong, then you know I'm movin' hostile