[Verse 1: Big Baby Gandhi] What up, my whole worldview f**ed up Punks with nunchuks should really get they guns up No world for the poor, you gotta, gotta get your funds up Sums up how I keep my lungs puffed Thinkin' bout what once was, like Lugz In the game with buzz, string, chain and the fuzz My name draw shrugs and my brain got bugs Pleaded "I'm strange" to the judge Got my eye on some gats in my shopping cart Nice bullets, only get 'em back if it open heart Open my mouth, every line is poetry You know it's me, my squad got knowledge of the G-O-D Ya crew snake like a GOP, even Cleo could see I make it P-O to the P, G BBG, everybody love me Since my birthdate, 68 earthquakes 93 hurricanes, what a f**ing shame Twelve million people died in an aeroplane Even more lost their lives tryna g**n Yea, I cooled out, made beats, now I'm a weirdo 21 years old, waiting for my peers to grow It appears I am here for the dough G's for the show, can't come near the flow Uh, Baby and I'm back, crazy with the rap Yeah, I copped the navy and the black Jan Brady in my lap, half a gram for 80 It's a wrap, chickens getting cagey in the back Can't believe you tried to play me like I'm wack Ha, never that, very clever cat I'm very chill, dog, wave very old sword Very nice armor do good for my karma In past life, I must've been a villain Everything kinda s**s, I'm real, man