Grains-of-sand...watch thetime fly when we Raise-tha-Land/
the pains-of-man cause the sand ta turn red cuz they slayn-from-hands//
we follow the games-demands..money,pussy n big booty is wat it takes jus ta Tame-da-man

hearin the Glocks-ring....its worth 1 witness ta pick outta the Cop-Scene
tha mans Drop-ings get them off the street no more crack the raps Stop-Fiens
cuz they thirsty for more-raps
but they open up gats n unload even more-caps
4-hats wit holes..layed in pits used as floor-jacks

teens-wit-babies make them bitchy like they mean-wit-rabies
i seen-them-crazy...its my hope jus ta change the dreams-of-ladies
im switchin flows cuz its obsein-n-maybe we'll be able ta see the money if the cream-aint-shady

kids pickin up weapons jus ta please-a-fan
plattered thoughts show the debrees-of-man
so like the hour glass flipped we still keepin-sand