| Kill em’s good, nigga | 
| Time is now, man | 
| Was real good, nigga | 
| It’s been a while | 
| Ride around, trunk full that funk, call it that parliament | 
| Shit go for 60 a brick, I got a lot of it | 
| Glock 9, thirty shot clip still filled with hollow tips | 
| Get up in the booth, put the beat on and knock the molly shit | 
| Dope came straight out the jula, like polishin' | 
| Watch them niggas that’s close, know who you ridin' with | 
| Never get caught in between, know who you sidin' with | 
| Watch all the bitches you fuckin', know who you slidin' with | 
| Pussy all slippery, wrist all glittery | 
| One five one is the mob where my niggas be | 
| Rest in peace, Train, we gon' ball in yo memory | 
| Fifty blunts o' sour, a gallon of the Hennessy | 
| Slow medicine, like I got the remedy | 
| Niggas find link, they pay the penity | 
| Niggas get hit with the gun that killed Kennedy | 
| New rafe and side color, cinamon grint — cuss | 
| This shit is tough, mane | 
| This shit it tough, mane | 
| This shit it tough, mane | 
| I put it in the sky (that money) | 
| I put it in the sky (the weed) | 
| I put it in the sky (that money) | 
| I put it in the sky (the skunk) | 
| Shit, if ya down, let’s get it, I ride around wid it | 
| No quarters or halfs, I’m moving by the pound wid it | 
| Then I sit at home, gettin' dome | 
| Bird chirpin' on the dick, that’s a chicken bone | 
| Started touching shiz-shit, I sell this shit alone | 
| Took her from first to third base, so I sent her home | 
| You be happy to be me, much as sassy as Ree-Ree | 
| But every mornin', man,, you happy to see me | 
| I deserve this life, I come from hot things to murder knife | 
| Shoot-out, knife fights, you heard it right | 
| From a hell tale to gosh children, I’m hellbound | 
| ATF, CIA, FBI, DOH, what the hell now? | 
| DT’s, DA, DEA, feel like hell solo, spellbound! | 
| It’s the circus stuff, so I deserve the clown | 
| But I’m a show closer, hell, I’ll blow ya curtains down |