Track 2

My old styles dead n***a, you can't ride a ride that ain't there n***a

You be their n***a, no friends over here

N***as wonder why I'm lonely, bitch, You wonder why I'm only

The n***a that can pull this God shit cause you phony

I wrote this in twenty, make it five of your hoes want to screw me

Live from the south side ave., n***a what

(Hold my mu'fuckin' drink dog)

I'll never give a fuck, I'm about that n***a

South side, send it up

Altgeld Breed, talk that weed

Ten racks G.P., talk that cream

Walk that stream or plank n***a

Givenchy sharks in that tank n***a

Dive, hold your breath until you can't n***a, Gawd