young boy talk

look nigga i'm the boss

the mo' fuckin animal. one war

one phone call is how i handle you. {whew}

on the grind

you pussy niggas hate

bitch i'm out in diferent states bought the ticket gettin cake. fill my lungs with the best weed

pockets with them dolla signs

run with them niggas holdin glocks like its columbine. {pop

pop

pop}

i'ma star in detroit so i gotta shine

far as pittsburgh i'm the voice so i gotta rhyme. {yaaaa}

rhymen all the time

ever since the first day. now i'm gettin cake like ay day became my birthday. somethin like an earthquake

the way the shit drop

i be at the tip top

postin with a big knot. you ain't know me hoe

you sit at home and just watch

less than hatas

stone cold spectatas.