yeah yeah dza 6th sense production cause for destruction yeah kush god bitch riiiiiiight flow insane deranged nigga i m hungry like a wolf duran duran i get to swanging on you niggas orangutan i m the kush god bitch you should claim the fame i m a prophecy dawg not to be crossed nigga you can t fuck with me i m to yall kill an i m fleeing the crime scene pluck me a fine ting gold cubans gold roleys diamond rings floss all rap on off wax high d up train of thought off track i pop bottles like i pop my collar niggas talk lots of garbage but not a dollar shake hand with millionaires exchange the power no daps to bums head nods and hollas niggas fake if you ask me classy they like me better when i was fucked up and ashy but actually  they act like they wish me well so i act like i believe them uh humble till you piss me off just give me a reason uh life moves so fast but on the gas stops no i won t crash i can t be stopped i ll have my rum fly like i m on trapeze bomber after bomber match me i m in the game homie peep my stat sheet amerikkkan korruption long live capt steez 4 7 shift nigga never quit cut cloth from the thoroughest urban terrorist that lo shit is embedded in me my old lady push a 750 killing bitches delicately don t hate get cheddar with me enough for everybody to eat carmines hustler carl hines u really a moron if you sleep must be on leak stuck on hennessy beach nah mean know i come from the streets nah mean none of you niggas could take me off my diem folks gone cop hoes gone flop bottom line the show don t stop dza 4