Get caught up in the game (it gets deeper then that) To the place where the motherfuckin' problem is at Dyin' in the fast lane (it gets deeper then that) So it all comes down to this (what?) Specialist with a hit list Right fist bomb type M.G.M. Fight

Young nigga, rich nigga, I'm a bad bitch getter Fuck nigga, hoe nigga, I don't fuck with broke niggas Always held my own since I jumped up off the porch, nigga You ain't know, now you know, nigga, Hi-Tec pour a four, nigga Bitch roll me my sack before I

Why I wanna stay when they all leave? Should I smoke your alcohol or drink some weed? Shit, I'm confused, what the fuck am I sayin'? On your pussy I'mma go Super Saiyan, Saiyan Should I stay sober until the end? Should I get wasted until my mind's

This that Juelz Santana, rockin' them Gucci bandanas In the war zone with the hittas I'ma pop up on you in the latest Count my racks up, take a little dope Get my pistol, I don't trust these folk I fuck with shawty 'cause she don't post (Post, post)

That'll get me high Just a stupid motherfucker If I die, I die Yeah! Alright! I'm looking for a mother Watching it all, fading,

Put these MC's on deep freeze Yeah, I roll deep on these Using my name for a dead bit of fame, tryna get up in the game, yeah right nigga, fuck that Stormz' ain't grime and Stormz' ain't clash, look don't be fooled 'cause the war ting, I love that Call

On the side of the freeway in the car Hey Mr. Jack Hey where you at? Put your hands up Get out of the car Fuck you pig Seven a.m. morning Came to take us away

Don't get it fucked up I do this shit for my, I do this shit for my Yesterday was the freshest nigga in America I swear to God I ain't lyin' bruh, I ain't lyin' bruh Niggas talkin' bout oh shit I pull up they like oh shit Now look whose talkin', bitch

OG up in this mafucka Obie up in this mafucka We got that heat up in this mafucka Get up out your lane, just know it's about ta (bang) Uh-oh second album out the stable No worries about the paper, I ain't gettin' raped though All about his payroll, BME

Na-na-na-na-na-nanana So go ahead and blaze up Today's the day to blaze up (Yeah, yeah ooh) So go ahead and put your J's up (And smoke) Whenever I'm down and out I get back to myself I roll a motherfucking fat back to myself Leave it to beaver, America