I shoot dice wit my gang being on this cash roll
The cops bringin heat to the city makin it that cold
Flip backwards wit these raps I'm the man wit the strap
Cuttin rhymes down to a line like crack on the map
Slick macks pull back and shoots flames on ya sneakas
Beef holders slightly crazy rollin up wit these wife beatas
I keep senorita's - like mine walkin on these cold streets
Tracing my enemies wit macklamore
brothas you think I won't leap?
I keep a row of beef rivalin so I aint sleep
These toasters gotta be loose when I gotta bring heat
Uhh.../ Like Rosay making money off of these crack feinds
Runnin full speed wit this game trailin like a track meet
I aint one for the cold hours in Brooklyn wit bold powers
U.S be makin the soldiers that kill some'n or hold cowards
For the cause of it I aint even seen bars that fit
When I talk about scenes thats cooler or seem more relevant