what i see

Middle finger to my haterz as i hop in my foreign

Haterz looking at me when i pass by wondering where im going

9 milli on my hip get out of line leave your body pooring

Cotex couldnt stop that heavy flowing

But i reather not go in the direction i reather be about my green backs

Sitting in my candy coded cadillac in a magic Johnson throw back

But no the haterz want to see me fall back with no stacks. But

Im a hustler no one gets in the middle of the dead presidents

Id reather be moving bricks ducking the feds instead of being

Broke beging for change im in this life we call a game some rappers

Live what they some do it for the fame damn shame i chop up

Fack rappers like cain i put you boys to shame no games

Have your cloths wet like you pissed in the rain im calling out any pussy

That thinks they can stack up to what im bringing i dont do studio rap i bring them

Infabeams aimed up at your forehead go head and get your wig

Split SOUTHWEST IN THIS BITCH we goin to gun you down like battle ship

So come on fake thuggz and actors be you not some one eles

I bet most of you never had to grid one day of your life

Mom and dad gave you everything in life haha

I laught because i can rap about nothing i know half of you niggas fronting

Damn shame o well ill be back to murder this game no fame

No change just to take over this rap game