|Street freestyling|

Rollin' up that green, smokin' on the scene,

Sippin' on that lean, livin' like a dream.

Candy paint drippin', yeah we're always high,

Cracka's tryna touch the sky, just watch us fly.

 

Poppin' beans, mixin' blunts like it's routine,

Cracka's on the block, yeah, we're always mean.

Shootin' meth fiends, livin' life so crazy,

Savage streets will never cease to amaze me.

 

LSD got me trippin', mind slippin' in the visions,

grip the Glock 17, empty that clip with precision,

Fuck the haters, dump this shit, I'm on a mission,

Sippin' on that codeine, ride the vibe, no intermission.

 

I'm the one and only, always on top, never phony,

Too high, in the sky, blowin' up like Sony,

Hoes steady textin', but I stay true to the bro's only,

Loyalty over everything, no fakeness allowed, that's my code homie.

 

I ain't no bitch, I'm a leader, standing solid and loyal,

Understand the street code, real recognize royal.

Got the Glock 17 on me, it's heavy like a toil,

In this game of life, I'm the king, the rest just foil.