My cocaina credit score eight one, I treat my smokers right
It’s Freddie Gandolfini, n***as can’t fade me on and off the mic
And I be with them Vice Lords, Blood ni**as, red raggin’, toe taggin’
Flags tied up to the front grill of the G Wagon
Everytime I spit, it’s another chip off the whole brick
Tommy The Clown ni**as was crump dancin’ in 06