Writing my lines like everyday, I aint stopping I got words to say,
Out from the hood where people get slayed
Cops on connect there is no time to play.
Living my life at full throttle, tell you a story just pass me the bottle,
About the styles and the ways we hustle,
Keep our game tight like Nippsey hussle. [bad word] on [bad word] on fly, sipping on don 
that’s how we get by, rolling dem dro’s , cooking the sauce,
Stopping us from doing the most.
Most of the times just get stoned out, 
Some of the times just get burned out,
Giving you less time to think about what not to do without a doubt.
People respect you when you crazy, I live by that,
The streets they made me, in the streets they paid me,
I’m used to get my money daily.
When I was a youngster , grape in my socks,  [bad word] from the cops and chopping rocks,
Put that money in my shoebox, wishing for peace on my block
Paper chasing, round the clock, never scared of getting punked
By crooked cops or stupid gops,
They knew what I got , there was no doubt!
They always wanted my paper route,
Going [bad word] the situation then drop out,
Put me on pursuit and then let out, and when I go 
I be shouting out –

 [bad word] 
I’m just living my life and keeping it triff and you know I’ve been trying to make it right (х2)

The more the age, the more I changed, 
Got more delirious and deranged, I changed my pace,
To master the ace, now I spray lyrically all over the place
On the mic or in your face, I’m going to the top 
With this god [bad word] race.
And there aint nobody that’s stopping me,
You can go with me or blesphamy
If you feeling me say – All Right! Girl if you want me say–All Night!
Yeah now we ballin and keep’n it right, rollin it tight,
It’s time to excite.
Yeah im the white knight gleaming in the bright light,
Going [bad word] the green light, my cap tilted slight,
Slightly upright, so I can overwrite, history
This aint a mystery, I’m like Listerine 
Mc’s dissolved in mysery, after my washing sceme,
take it to the x-treme
Leave your girl thinking about me in her dream.
Cuz son you better be shaking,
Im a fry it up like bacon, and I wont leave a chance for taking
And for sure I aint mistaking!
And I know my goals, Im [bad word] to my soul 
How to live my life, that’s what I know
Take them bad habits throw them out the back door
To all the good folks I say hello. [bad word] on hard like a cannonball,
My style is like a good game of basketball
Me and my brothers we go toe to toe,
Peace to all my homies in mitino!