I'm trying to cope with it while I'm burning, broke away, twisted, just upset, ain't been
home a year yet, the air ain't sinking cause I ain't shed a tear yet, they try and say
that we the last of a dying breed, I live fast, let me dance when I drop it light, it's
200 off the gas so the tires screech, and my true religion stags they fly like the bees,
like Easter kids, my farm's a relic moon, on the flip side nigga, just gotta know your
belly won't watch me, smoke em while we running the lights, told him he ain't got in my sight,
been hoping for B brothers through life, enough of the slick talks, let's get to the rich talk,
take a buck ninety out your stash and go cop a big bull, yeah the Asian with a trunk hat,
pop out a snoop so the little niggas can come back, gotta tell them fools, gotta make sure
to come back, like a bird set free, but them birds ain't free, see it's 23 and pop, and
that's the word on the street, and if you don't bring it back you ass get murdered right
now, cheap mother fucker, niggas talking till they get chalked lines in the grass,
and all the while I be trying to just grind for my cash, yeah, every time I turn around
they got something to say, but niggas talking till they get chalked lines in the grass,
look, if God give out report cards, then I got a hell of a grade average, your money's
funny, your jewelry's a grade average, and my summer cool, this here's only for the summer
jewels, SC black with the roof left back like a shit failed underneath summer school, started
playing hooky, did a yay hooky, then instead of kitchens started baking them cookies, what,
get a ship to hoist, gotta get it with the sniffle boys, hear the whip of the boy, gave
niggas work, kept niggas employed, automatic stick, damn straight from the toy, put on
the show, hope niggas enjoy, the jack boys wanna see a nigga tie, the slack boys, homie's
the only way I'ma slide, either side, holding the four rocks, look, my niggas gonna pop
shit, niggas talking till they get chalked lines in the grass, and all the while I be
trying to just grind for my cash, yeah, every time I turn around they got the stuff in the
sack, niggas talking till they get chalked lines in the grass, yeah, these old heads
they don't know what the 80's like, saw a real digital specimen cause they real lady like,
introduce them to the hammer, show them what the 80's like, in and out the pen, the blood
live the crazy life, but in the hood the young boy got brazy stripes, good gun game, and
I'm giving bitches crazy pipe, round champion hood, nigga with the gravy nights, you in
your burner ass nigga, better blaze it right, cause if your shots don't succeed, I'ma see
to it that all of you fucks bleed, cause I ain't on no metaphor shit, I'm on that bang
bang burr gang metaphor shit, uh, they say style is the limit, well tell me how it is
when I put your ass in it, niggas talking till they get chalked lines in the grass, and all
the while I be trying to just grind for my cash, yeah, every time I turn around they
got something to say, niggas talking till they get chalked lines in the grass, yeah.