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.