Ridin round your city like Im supposed to, supposed to
Arm hanging out the window, what the fuck you going through?
All I do is drugs, all I do is what you wont do
Everything your parents told you Dont, thats what Im gon do
Bitch, Im eighteen, Im in the backseat
Blunts to face, ashes to the fuckin breeze
Bitch look at me, Im the fuckin man
Dropped out, left school, left Michigan
They say it wont work, but, bitch, Im workin
Doin drugs, speakin flows and its all worth it
Cuban links, drip, drippin down my silk shirts
Im on the corner with the work like Young Turk
Im not tryin to murder, Im not tryin to hurt you
Wont take your car and your kids and knock you off the Earth
Wont put you in the dirt, wont put you in a hearse
Ill put you in that yellow rari if you tryin to work
Im coming up like Tony back in the 80s
Montages of banks and the tigers and the ladies
We ridin, we never hidin, we posted, its like eighty
Outside, really high and we rhymin to the bass, see
Youll never find a flow like this
Im not saying Im the best, but they sure aint like this
See they sure aint like Kid, and Kid sure aint like them
See they got nothin on Bones, nothin on that skinny white pimp
Bitch