"I kind of balance my flaws my mama praises people at the crib looking at me stuck in amazement while internal warfare dumped in abundance within me Right just black mask on go undercover don't got a bad song look for another I put these bags on my jolla my brother you hear them saxophones they calling you brother first and only Princess that touched his platform these hoes was pushing 40 when I got my platform see by the age of 21 I might have platform. Hold on. Let me get these niggas They order I got some fish scale from some geets and niggas in Florida And they say they got connected TSA at the border. They treat me like a blueprint They got shit down to my clothes and money came in lame niggas. He thought that shit was a cloak I'm a kid from New Orleans got pushed to the corner a second line passed by if you get slaughtered shit Who am I first son to a father not growing but I'm growing you have to show your hand I already know who went for me seen this shit in high school. I already knew who wasn't coming I mean if I start with a bust down first took on my toes my nails this shit ain't cheap You can pay that fee, but you got no any for sale just 21 6 era miles at standing on business stepping on a label contract Change the game for the worse the preachers grandson like little boots He did it first never satisfied that I ain't get my blessings at the church commit sacrifices Riding with no license in a chopper for deep in a strike boot I got no rats on me now all the sudden she hear me now think about it hit the show go crazy No, I had to rock it out"