ay does ur machine talk cuh i heard der mouths but never ever heard it blast at all i don’t stick to the law same way in school i dint stick to the rules i do it cuh ima bad man not cuz i’m cool * isa neek same way * isa fool go ride for ur bro go back ur tool ion wan talk if it ain’t bout p then i’m not in the mood i ain’t tryna b rude ima tryna make money have my hallway looking like a hall then pay back my marj after spending years as a fool and give back to the crew and buy me sum food have the neck dripping wit jewels have them neeks in my school confused i been thinking bout bread since a yute i seen the cats and the fishes tax that lick this had that shit on my wish list seen bread since a yute when i was a midget old days old days i miss it nowadays marjays tripping asking where’s her kitchen sorry it’s missing boot down the door pre the imprint bro bro sinning dishing dishes always risking tryna get ice fresh mentos man’s all minted sat in the back the back screens tinted