"dat nigga wacka than wack no raps so step back"
haters on my dick and strap while i rap n lace tracks
my style's like metamorphosis or the resurrection of Christ
unbelievable like corpses walkin n talkin or me flashin ice
i rock it simple shirt n jeans wit a glock in my wasteline
don't get it twisted i ain't a gangsta but i'll let u feel baseline
don't wastetime wit these phony homies n chickens who blow me
mixin business wit pleasure is disaster waitin a fella done told me
I lay back in da islands but it ain't all about palm trees
the isles not a paradise all nice we rollin dices and trees
homegrown u call it hydro me and my dawgs call it sess
we only smoke da best neva reconcile bout da rest
i spit 16 bars whereva one night chillin in 16 bars
see my entourage 16 cars deep 16 magz incase of a war
i don't care who u are you slip up you'll get lighted like stars
but i'm a humble boy but i've crumbled boys who took it 2 far
by da look in yo eyes i know u surprised how i've rised
from a insignificant kid to da main attraction i'm live
a hood dream and good team i roll wit neva disguised
tru 2 da crew from da Cruz we like glue
from wut we been through some yall could neva get a clue
hustle from mornin to night and still found da time to write
about transitions oppositions and my positions in life