[Voice Tags: Hey Wreck, It's Trashy Bitch!]

[intro]
The V.I.P. gets it started with intro
I slide in the back of a garage dippin with this ho
I peeped it in his pose
So hear the truth remain to let me go
See I let y'all live to stack a LITTLE paper
Co puts me in the bin I see ya about a month later
And a crew with rocks the size of craters
We at war with the army of haters

[Verse 1]
My truth is the soil help you grow like trees
Still spitting that crazy shit you don't like it?
Naw I don't like him 'cause you don't like him
You probably wanna grow up the just like me!
Haha yeah you see me you be duckin up and down
When you see me give mе daps and pounds
Posing as a killer when you living as a clown
You see I'm kinda like 2 pac whеn I get around
And not for the money nor the fame but for me
Blind love for money head and warm steel
Won't settle for the substitute excuse that's forming
Tells him of trophies statues tombs and stories
Make the presentation and trust me the customer sold
My crew runs thicka than syrup from the burrow
Won't you come and just chill with the Virgo
Me and my partners never see any of the hateful frowning you give us
[Outro]
I had to burn my Glock and earn my spot
And I'ma dedicate this one to my Doggz
Your best rapper two-steppin to my song
We share the song This is a song written by God
And by the way I'm so glad that you came
And you the worst of all 43 presidents
I'm from the hood I came a long way