in my lifetime i dun met plenty of dymes/ and while yall marry all i do is feed em my mind/ and dont think i wont let da pump go/ its me u talkin about ill leave u puntured wit holes/ and i aint gotta spit for u lamecats put sumthin hot wey ya brains at/ now tell me wey ya brains at/ i dun been there and back/ hustled some green and even interacted wit crack/ i got my hoodie fuck rockin a hat/and its serious when i load and then start cockin da mack/ um tryin to find wey da dopes at/ caught ya mans writin rhymes so i left his thoughts in his notepad/its caution u betta lookout and my grill stay filled wit smoke like um havin a cookout/ uma bad boy but i aint gunnin wit diddy/ but we sumwhat a like cuz i stay runnin da city/ i might be yung and only 15/ but i still can have u gogglin blood like its listerine/ its nuthin