Static from habits that cause the havoc Ive had it
My eyes been dry i been at it dont hit my line with yo baggage
Heavy on my head bound
Lucky as you said now
Thought a fucka death bound
Money talk ain't hear a sound
Your style your milage the very places you pile
In all them faces you dying with same bitches supplying it
I got time you ain't buying it
Hide my place you ain't finding it
On my dick like you grinding it duck the bitch she too violent i got