(after the 2nd Chorus)
im toppin out
droppin down where my heads
often found
Locally soundin
my hoods noisey
boys rolla Low p
im holy
Young OG
Blow me For thinkin you know me
oldie
sold me to tha game mommy-calm me down
fuck being phat im round
with a sound,in a town
an storm troopas
chasen house loota
facen crowd boo-a's
that are really loser
user
up for three days
an wonder why
comeing down high
shadows move on my side
so i hide mine
transform in rhyme
an warm my mind
to heata brain to incline
is what i get shit
bringin worlds of script
dreamin for a hit
charts or Chris
we can switch
but rather pursue
either two
three is school
while your stay cool
we stay hot an live by it
nothin can describe it
cause we see ultra viloet
