360s. 6 Speed. Black Mags. No penny's but my 2 cents from the soul Witness the gliss from the gold Niggas'll grip the .40 if yo' limbs with the military 4s Skinny nigga but the skill is very swoll Depart with the L boy, hard as a right hook from hell boy Slight crook in the hairline, the bean cover it well boy You welch's to my grapes of wrath, fine wine aged Get leant like the H Town Wild Wild West walkin like he Clint East My clique deep, my hive live, no Wu That Queen City clean as Slick Rick's gold tooth The go to nigga. You tellin stories It's better for the art to keep it real so cut the tales (tails) like Goku That's no cool, butter cocoa smooth Fools will collude on ya downfall Then spill the Crown Royal in ya name, NAW NIGGA. Y'all wanna be dogs? Walk away on ya paws limpin' Cuz we only give daps if you won't on the porch to begin with Get a lift from the hemp, but still can't touch the rim Even if you come equipped with air bubbles on ya 6s Was never on the benches, we never went to try outs Mad effortless. I checked you givin side eyes to my entire tribe I guess you can't hide ya estrogen We rise high like palms to high fives, often i fly solo Cuz havin no dough weighs down on ya pockets It's ironic, you get no XO's but you get eX'ed for no 0's I had a pot to piss in and it won't no pistols poppin But all jewels get cut before they crystal flawless Keep that in mind, every come up had struggles Don't be mad cuz i'm one up. No mushrooms. I'll catch you in the city -Wally Left

Still broke. Aint pullin ben franks out, tryna cop the grapes fo' the retroes done came out, u get em cuz i said it let them dues pay out, to wally birthed yo style i's the padre, im tryna parlay, its all feasable if you believe in yo clout, she aint a keeper she aint heard of Reasonable Doubt, thats word, my verbs seemin od? Im just thinkin out loud, king shit even when im seen without crowns, "keep it down child", thats what momma used to tell me, wait til im bringin out crowds, yo i be doubtin, i been seen without smiles, headphones goin keepin out sound, emotions bottled pop the cork see? I leak em out now, oh, how they listen when im spittin its wild, i could say i love you n get brushed rugs, it roll off the toungue over percussion you bug, what the fuck is that, she dont love me she love the way bass bang like a musket clap, the lamest play the front, im hangin in the back like a mullet, cuz the party where young is at, its more like a kick back im wherever the chill at, all yall talkin is chips n how you puttin on the ritz i bet dip in a jiff, hope you aint miss that Whats talent without a grind to it? Gotta put ya mind to it, mines stubborn like hulk would have said fuck it tryin move it, said shits creek was deep but im slidin thru it, ride a tune like its 2 fine women in the loop when i rhyme, fine chickens in the coupe, them betty boops to the side, im like yo if she respectable n head is full of curls, then left is just for you, i put in exactly what i am from you, but that applies to all like it or glide to the vestibule, swear i talk like im the coolest but im just a goof, yo i be swervin, on hoes niggas'd pawn they gold chain to get a turn wit, im slick as the phonzz, louisville slugger gripped in the palms, but its all for image, dawg i never fronted i could call a witness to confirm that all im spittins what i been n done n a lie detector would say its not a fiction, so partna listen, lemme cook promise i wont use the pot for pissin, i pen a part from the heart i drop it n for you not to feel it? you got a black hole where ya heart was last spotted gotta stop the trippin, i aint velma no matter how hard you knocked it never lost the vision