Welcome to the bottom of the bottom in the underground we coming from the dirt

I done seen a lotta homies put up on a shirt

Holy matrimony getting married to the mission

I’ma fuck the world and Ima lick when she squirt.

Fit I don’t force so I slid like a door on a van.

World in my hands like an orange in my hands

Pores in my hands so I soak up the game

up go the flame

Niggas will prolly hear that for a second like this chumps no jermaine

Technically I am a middle child in disguise

But I only feel like the skies know my pain

Astral projection like a kite on a string

Past in the presence of my mind had to change

Cash is the revenue Define for the kids

Christ and the reverend ain’t alike I’m just sayin

I’m just sayin

You know dat

Smoove sailing wit the rocks in the wave

Ouu baby could you watch whatchu say

Same place but the zone is so lit had the phone on flip like a motorola razor

Lately ain’t been rollin up the flavors

G sweet slow burnin G payt

Sum been thru a lot but they ain’t been in three states

Think about it in the sky when I see freeways

Drink a lotta water cause I been had the juice

They big mad

Shawty tryna be my main squeeze

Life gave me lemons so I grew a lemon tree

Mixin lemonade and Bombay sippin like it’s tea

Chicken made All day Im flippin kfc

Ricochets from gun play kill too many kids

Shawty on the runway finer than a brick

Goin thru a rolled hunnid on a millionaires sniff

And Ima let that bitch ride like a Lo lo

Wish my nigga never died in that 4 do

That Type of shit a make you wish you had more photos

If I’m whippin need a jag not a Volvo

Platinum goals tho

Flatten em splat like a crack of a roach tho

Irrational bastard rackin up boatloads

Example of standards passing the bozos