yo look im all about that action/ whole plates, dont fuck with fractions/ 9 in my pants, so deaths advance is what im packin/ straight spine snappin/ this beat plus my rappin/ is gonna cause havic/ mixtape is lookin tragic/ but these niggas gotta have it/ they always beggin me to spit/ cause now a days what they play on the radio is just shit/ bitch, and i aint lyin bout shit/ no ill always keep it real/ a lot of labels dont like the fact that i used to rob and steal/
so ill just pop another pill/ sit back, and smoke a blunt and say fuck a record deal/ cuz i got other ways to make a mill/ and it aint nothin to do it/ as long as i got them packages, and im full of that fluid/ so come on pussys lets get to it/ get out their and make ya some money/ then take the ho to to the studio, and start producin like bunnies/ see the shit i spit can be funny/ but serious at the same time/ i can kill ya bring ya back and get ya high up off the same rhyme