it s no rules no parameters started off in high school was an amateur copping shit you can t move builtt the stamina i told my youth make moves don t let em stand witcha checks blank 100 k or more grab the vases fill the tank lets make a bank tour whatever you seen i seen more plenty beef your heat freeze i squeezed off phantom hard top but the seats soft my man up looking down on me like a seesaw i don t know what happend before but times is rough i need enough to make my feet warm 2x i woke up to some haze holding my pen steady they say the lord on his way tell him i been ready as i inhale to the song it s obvious that where i m from was hell all along i heard enough like enough is enough i see a lot of rappers coming from under that bus no matter what they ain t fucking with us every line is a uppercut plus one to the gut ask bishop i had the best juice can t be cool with em n only respect shoot check scams credit cards we did it build a plan my advance gon get all the equipment the streets talking i always will listen always think on the money so i m paying attention they like man that kid glow in a pepto bismol color gran turismo after me there is no that could head crack leave with his dough that make them sick to they stomachs throwing up on this shit cause i don t spit i vomit heavy grip four fifth lift if you want it every trip whole clique even n with warrants i m like nino i see money the world is mine there s really no need for g money your girl is mine you eating but see your team hungry that s word to mine them fingers can t take a thing from me 