1st verse

Gisepy kick game
Margielas we shell top em
Vs wrist game
24 I scraped from the bottom
When I touch me a mill
I'mma split it all wit my partnas
I used to struggle with n***as
And now we tight getting dollas
I'm headed straight to the commas
For all this bread I'mma monster
I wake up twizz me a blizz
And get zooted straight from my ganga
I'm hotter than all you n***as
You better come at me proper
I'm bombing just Osama
The kid is really a problem
I'm counting all of this guapa
Headshotter I'm bouta chalkin out
This the young n***a
That all these rappers be talking bout?
A's and B's like a scholar
I could of just went that college route
Flowing like biggie poppa
I'm really bouta be ballin out
I'm taking any challenge
I'm knocking heads off they shoulder
N***as really flu gazy
Ain't never met someone colder
When I get in my bag
You gon' really see I don't know ya
Really been in the field
Now I'm really up on my soldier
A loner really
I really be by myself on my lonely
I know these n***as be watching
I'm bouta drop on that rollie
This for them n***as that told me
I never had nothing going
I swear I remember faces
Don't ever act like you know me
I always kept it a bill
Don't keep nothing less than a hunnid

(Space)

Vs all on my neck
But, my wrist be studded and stunning
I'm situated and blazing
I'm coming straight from the gutter
I'm next you better believe it
They see it; they know Im coming

Yea...