yo. dont worry i aint dat kind a dude/
but imma hustler dat hav feens on da rock like a bramma bull/
i dont know who imma whine up shoot/
but if my burner confused den i hav to let my llama choose/
so i swear im like hannibal/
cuz da way i be eating these fake rappers niggas swear imma cannibal/
i'll grab da hammer fool\
den clap at u n make u disappear like abra-kadabra fool/
niggas hating now cuz we role in hummers/
cum in my hood dog i'll show u snow in da summer/
i eat every track cuz my flo is like a runner/
so my bank account got 7 0's in da number/
i'm stucked in da hood wit my mind on these streets/
i'll put ur brain on da curve n leave ur mind on these streets/
c whatever u want its mines in these streets/
put sum braces on so u dont get outta line when u speak/ M.E.R.C.Y.