We blow with the glow we got hit with the four, when we flow these people need to wipe that floor in rows, these people joke me but I do not blow like a momo in my soul dishing my soul, rapping is for so you can see what´s in my clothe´s I pray to myself that I ain´t gone know when the stuff Rome in my cone, this stuff ain´t no home cause this ain´t wrong, we riding the car but this person ain´t gone, we shooting the Glocks but that
Ain´t my songs, wow wow wow