[DECA:]
Mouth full of golds, Js on my toes
Creep by your block then put the pedal to the floor
I love to ride slow, I open up my door
You see me grilling at you through a cloud full of smoke
I fired up the dro, I'm trying not to choke
I take another drag, and out I let it blow
My day full of stress so I gotta get throed
I stack a lot of dough, I fuck a lot of hoes
I got a 45, I tuck it in my clothes
I got a 44, I sit it my my door
Or in between the seats when I'm riding down the road
I got a 47, I keep it real close
I hold up my girbauds, I walk up in the store
"Ali I need a fit mane, tonight I got a show"
I'm blowing out the smoke, I found another pope
I'm posted in the Murk, on Harrison I lurk
My car where I serve, the park where I swerve
I work a 9 until whenever trying to get off work
I'm lighting up the erb, to calm down my nerves
I start to write a verse, the ashes on my shirt
My pen is getting heavy cause I'm sipping on the purp
My eyes getting lazy and my legs is starting to hurt
But I don't go to sleep until I hear the fucking birds
Cause man I gotta eat, I lick my fingers and I burp
With this rap shit I'm a bubble, I'm about to burst
I love my homies, I just wanna get us off the curb
We bout to take over this shit, and I'm just going first.