"ballin outta control, livin wit mom and pops
they pay for studio time and features so my album could drop
i bailed droop outta jail, so he did a song wit me
even though he wont admit he knows me to anyone on the street, him and Kee
Dont be hatin on this pimpin, or else shit will get drastic....
get ya ass kicked....nigga my album just went triple plastic
Crack me a 40 of Sharps and call me up some whores
im a gangsta like pac...picture me rollin my skateboard
the pigs be on my ass, up in B-game it aint coo
cause the streets is deep and im out past curfew
sniffin glue all day, break down some crack and sniff lines
stayin high off that shit they sell in the back of High Times
you get checked in my set if you actin like a bitch...
*thugs throw up yo set* "this ambercrombie and Fitch"
I'm all about my hood....ya'll like how my album sounded?
I'm drop another soon as I get off being grounded
I mean house arrest.... cause you know Im on parole...
i killed my first cop when i was 9 years old
Yeah im an OG fo real...i ride wit a super soaker AK
3rd Generation gangsta...my grandparents bang in Killbrae
you betta believe thats its real, I aint tellin no tale
got the spot sewed up from El Camino to Trousdale"