Yuh, baby bone will never die
all but 6 well and alive
pussy boy playing both sides
pucker up and kiss my nine
Push a bullet through head
bitch ya hungry here's some lead
young Picasso with the Glock I'll paint yo bitchass fuckin red Muthafucka
baby I'm 30
I know what I need
to feel fulfilled
never needed a record deal
just spit my game and keep it real
my fans hold me down
put on all of my homies now
they think they know my sound
came up out of the underground
Bitch rami the ghost im roaming walking amongst of the fog so leave me alone
heres a toast fo suckas whose betting on me own demise but hang from the rope
until i croak keep it real with my day one patnas that's fasho
never tripping bout hoe that don't bring in no fucking dough
still in the whip with a thousand rounds
gun in my pocket got no holster
boy I'm moving like a ghost
way deep in Florida
Best be careful where u tread u fucking with gorilla souljas
step into my war zone muthafucka then this shit is over
this a Porsche
hear that engine
I don't drive a fucking Tesla boy
chrome wheels spinning
with the peanut butter leather boy
racing through my city like I'm tryna dodge the weather boy
all this horsepower got me feelin like a shepherd boy
This shit a benz bitch I don't need no lovers or no friends bitch
open up ya mouth and take this dick I know u can bitch
I been making plays turning pennies into bands boy
money coming in
I don't need to use my hands boy
Bitch I'm dangerous reaching for the stainless hand the bank bitch
I can make quick easy have it feeling painless
dade county legend find me playing in the sand boy
came up out the mud
had to hustle for this brand boy
Raised up out the fog I'm young San Francisco city legend bitch
make a false move then you'll make me empty out my clip
