Yall brothas seem to seek the heat of a lastin vibe
So I'm bringin the chicks to the scene like the Jackson Five
I'm goin see yall off the beats and the raps I writ
I'm passionate how I live in the war zone wit yall caps to split
I have to get / more of the cash cuz my fam is lookin
Ridin it tough wit a sister thats Mocha Latte in Brooklyn
You could bring glocks like the real killas but get killed
cuz there a be more shots N vest wearers up at capitol hill
My dimes shoot ya and take ya candy in a Fiat or Porshe
While I'm in the booth talkin bout ridin or avoidin the courts
I'm hittin california scenes smokin that coalifornia green
Wit the hot beams / spillin like I'm spittin a six-teen
I'mma G / wit these songs but a beast all along
I'm in an impala wit red seats how this creature balls
Got the AR-15's, uzi's, tech's / glocks and Smith N Wess
Thats a long sentance /
But that aint goin stop me from blowin through ya chest