Ohhh ... Fast life

Raising through these brick walls

They raise that glass high

We're not making you shine like Chris Cole

Oh yes, they spit your name

And it feels like fire and pistol

Montreal to Boston that wise masked off this fall

All the bass stands in the flow

Drop that beat down cause it dope

I got a wrist flip and that dope

I got to blow it out of my soul

Let'me get cake down from that flow

You can just tales hard as I go

Hop and get down (down) with no guild

You can just tell I got no chill, I got no chill

Work hard and you and up counting 'em bills

Play hard and enjoy its best thrills

I'm a shotgun these copies always get hurt

Gotta got it first and you end up

Face Down ... in the DIRT!