smoking like a chimney all i know is fire up whip it like a chemist i m higher than mariah rich to pick them mic up jackson i m in the and they let me out for a minute i m going back in like i left something one of the best of em and i swang like the rest of em and i check some they suggest us to go broke cause we finesse them with that dope and they respect the game cause they know east atlanta made a hood star rich homies who i do it for was in bedford palace on getting off that work and ima spin it till it s gone put a door on the beat i go in on every song i go i go i i go in on every song i m show stopping back handing hitting home runs in batting practice that wood back got cork in it baking soda got a fork with it she seen how long my check was and she tried to make me her boyfriend no choice with i m endorsed with gucci louis my sports gear i stay up like a fork lift i put cameras in the porsche rear with only one bullet i was forced to kill the beat the instrumental whatever you call it i see you bruh i go in on every song a feature what i need it for go in on every song spit flame in every line cross my t s and dot my i s shit a int sweet we got killers in every spot rest in peace to d raw free my nigga chicken i got a smothered onion off that cajun chicken and if your pockets broke let this paper fix it no lights on when my ice on that ll make me pass out i go in like a closed door