I hit the three wheel motion
Im guttin swishers while Im mixin up the potion
My rims like thorns, always stay pokin
Bath full of cash, got lungs full of roses
These white kids dont impress me
On something one week, off that next week
Black skully no shirt gold links
Im the best cracker rapper, flow give em cold feet
Drown in the bass, drown in my ways
The water gets deep and my mind starts to change
Actin like you in it to win it but you just in it for pictures
See, you just in it to talk about it
You just it in it to picture yourself on stage
Givin crowds what they need to get wild, get buck, get hype
Born in the day I was raised in the night
See, young fuckin ghost, good luck tryna fight me
Always with the team, you know where to find me
Always seems to be the white kids that dont like me
Aint about race no, its all about sound
But my mind starts talking and its speakin out loud
Thinkin out loud, Im just talkin to myself
Should I give the game life? Should I give the game death?