I plan to neva be a killa,
but always a cold rhyma.
I’m street sense rich bitch,
but I ain’t no big tyma.
Niggas want to fuck wit it,
stay on ya grind bro.
I can get cha mind right,
or fuck ya mind up.
When you step to me,
come straight or it’ll be tough luv.
If you ain’t got it, nigga,
then get cha weight up.
You want to battle bitches,
go ahead and pray for luck.
Cause that's one thang,
you gonna need plenty of.