Sick, Thicker than most of these tricks I got my mind on makin money but you stuck on these fake bitches I stay blunted, And never fronted and I doubt if I do Cause if I do, Then I get beat up by my fuckin crew A real nigga, Since you figure that you ready to box You catchin knots from my nigga Freddie Foxxx And I, You really don't want none from Pac Cause I'll be strapped wit a Glock And throw thangs like I'm born to box I'll hit this motherfuckin gin then I'll be all in Hell yeah, Young niggas straight ballin And everybody wants to see if I'm a g weighin 185 And I'm high 'til I fuckin die Thug Life in this motherfucker catching wreck Big Stretch hit me off when I hit the set But now I'm cool cause I'm tipsy and I feel a Nigga tryna see if I'm a killer, come on