Ayo, now I'm the only rapper, that sold crack to trappers Back on the ave 'til the Captain catch us Few niggas got rich, few [?] They doin' light bids in the max with masters If y'all [?] want combat then [?] I never been the type to grab gats and flash ya Always been the type to have MACs and blast ya React faster, turn that cat to Casper It's beef, we might have to, contact the Pastor Funeral arrangements, [?] In a spaceship I paid stacks of cash for Look like I signed a contract with NASA Shit, I had trappers pissed when I was down They mad I ain't still bringin' bricks to the town On the low? (Shh) I'm still puttin' bricks in the town And bud, nigga, and I want six for a pound I don't talk when I squeeze, was taught by the Gs That [?] hundred grand [?], park in the Ps Listen, want to get high? Spark one of these I'm prejudice, 'cause I don't like dark colored trees Please, if it ain't lime green, don't spark it I'm rude, [?] guts on your carpet Ohh shit, Special is back Got a car full of guns and a trunk full of crack You niggas still [?] to abort your baby But won't kill a nigga that'll [?] them daily I'm high off hazy, often lazy And I don't want to talk, just pay me Is you crazy?