Praises ft. Mauri Corey

This shit really in me no we don't bleed the same

I heard that you be telling when the police need a name

This shit that I'm mailing sold before it leave the plane

Break it down and scale it got enough to feed the gang

I might fuck yo' bitch just off the strength that you don't like me

Work inside the press I got some up on my white T

Really mad about it man I got that from Versace

Imma clutch the choppa if the situation choppy

I'm just tryna be well off with a house on a hill

Van still locked down I hope he get his appeal

Know some extra grimy niggas like to rob for the thrill

I ain't never dodging shit I'm outside with the steel