[Verse 1: STS]
Tough as woodpecker lips
Got a handle on the game like a rubber grip
Driver license reads bad mother f**er, b**h
Around the way I'm better known as The Illustrious
Cooler than a cali night, underneath a philly sky
California chronic got me feeling like I'm really hot
They don't really know what I be rolling I could really [lie?]
Got the game down to a science n***a Bill Nye
[?] make me feel fly new [??]
All a dream like JUICY now the sh** is in reach
White icing on the caddy red velvet on the seat
You may refer to me as sugar n***a sh** ain't sweet
South side in my speech more specific to; 'peach'
From the seeds i have sewn I continue to reach
The bitter visit of struggle admit it taught me to hustle
Had to fit in where I fit in like a piece of the puzzle
n***as in trouble
[Verse STS]
Gladiator like Russle, [aviator rent a duffle?]
Brown leather [white teeter?] jet setter in me
Trend setter the beat
So competitively
Show k**, dressed to k** like commander and chief
[Peep?] I live on my feet, never die on my knees
So when the reaper come and get me, bury me in my 3's
I be as busy as bees
My b**h is bigger than D's
And they don't speak much sounding like the volwe ??? on my E's?
[??? sh**]Flaunt sh**, everybody want sh**, where the f** were n***as when I was grinding the gauntlet
Only my a**ociates [???] and Montlick
Tippy in the studio with the booth haunted
Want this, dead or alive
Credit my guys' all respect due
Red in my eye part of the high
sh** I want to kick it with [nice?]
[?] p?] replies
I just want you to listen to this [and better?]
And ride
[Verse STS]
Chasing hives like a cracker from the valley chasing tives
Ain't no feeling like that feeling when you take them by surprise
I arrived [just a ???] I fell from the friendly skies
Taking shots at the [?] my n***as like friendly fire
Sick desire [for playing with???] [heavy fire vinyl???]
Shout outs go to my [?] and my suppliers
I admire the figures and the time it took to make this
Don Peiron and the weight in the b**hes faces
[Aces?] Shots of Patron like I'm in my zone
Like I'm at home Atlanta
[?] and Jessie Tanner; Bad Santa
Three hoes with my pardon my manners
[They love them???] ladies hanging on to me like a bandana
They told what is good for the goose is good for the gander
Well b**hes in my [celly???] [?] [planner?]
Wave to me, hey to me baby like a banner
[Try?] [???] fashion cameras