Boys dey vex for the street
Coz some of them no dey see light
And
Eyes dey red for the street
But we don't sleep on green light
I'm in the fasting order
I feel like heavy traffic
Go against the boy
The story is probably going tragic
/ Homie told me get em / x3
If they cheques ain't gat 1,2,3 comers
Then it's 4get(forget) em
Coz i'm a rythym
Simply coz i read them
Like the bible
They're so boring
It's more fun to be Idle
Talking about things that i do but could slow
Like i can do
Bringing more dough to the south
Than my people can handle
Now they wanna close up,but this ain't
Toothpaste
Never in a hurry
But i tell them that i do haste
I see your big dreams
They look like my minidreams
My flows are tighter than Rick Ross wearing
My skinny jeans
Like BJs
I told them I'm ahead
Flyboy,Sick flow,song's flu,Sick bird
They wanna lie
Go ahead see bed
I'm stingy with the flow
Make thier mama spit bad
And n***a truth is what I'm spitting
And I'm hated like a villian
Be effing the beat for a while
And am pouring out my feeling
I'm so sick i need a healing
Am a miracle to the south,it's what hiphop is
Revealing
Leaving them like is the Exodus
Am newer than the Testament
Pop pop and Pa** him
You don't really wanna test her men
I go hard your girl cums,what do you think
Am metal for
When i said i'm effing good that wasn't a
Metaphor
And i am Nowhere
No where
No where
The south is in the building
Listen
Yeah
And it's from me to you too
And Yung6ix up in this
It was nice men
Eh yo men we live right now
You know what it is
From the City where the Sun shine in the
Dark