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