[Verse]
[?] bouta get a couple grams up in the Ziplock
Hit me for them features, put their verse up in my inbox
Golden soul, golden vocals and I got a golden wristwatch
Countin' up that time and money, only things you bitch about
You broke, so get fixed
If you poor then try to get rich
That’s my issue, tryin' to pick up the pace and get what I can get
I been brought up in the woods, it's so bad you know what’s good
I just sit up on my throne and I'ma smoke up on that kush just like I should
I ain't gon' lie, breakin' the law like I sell all the time
Everything I do, I be out committing crimes
'Cause fuck these snakes, I'ma live my life
Don't talk to me
I’m [?] like [?]
I’m sparkin' [?] blunts, sippin’ the drank, and now I'm committing sorcery
Philosophy is how I speak
What about? You 'bout to see
A motherfucking revolution, infinite, and that's how I be

[Chorus]
Got my motherfucking blade, I got that AK-47
And I’m ridin' 'round yo town grippin' that fuckin' MAC-11
Got my motherfucking blade, I got that AK-47
And I'm ridin' 'round yo town grippin' that fuckin' MAC-11
Got my motherfucking blade, I got that AK-47
And I'm ridin' 'round yo town grippin' that fuckin' MAC-11
Got my motherfucking blade, I got that AK-47
And I'm ridin' 'round yo town grippin' that fuckin' MAC-11
Got my--