Sober for a sec, but I'm done, so I write easier That weapon make a peppermint out of that white tee If you coming, then godspeed you, you sonning me Don't speak to me crooked, I'm stunting Look at me Ma, it's no hand outs Sweaty want the dumb cash, I'm done with bus riding She made the mistake for thinking he gave a fuck 'bout her Tell him duck down or get drug out the back door Flow got the mouth doing duties like the Task Force Doobie and a passport, standing where the path forks Quick to grab your bitch's wrist and get the shit I ask for Wang Trashy as bitches and two Garmins, we switching through lanes Handling business on my side of the line where they ain't having it You know that sweet talk is cheap Niggas ain't talking, that's regardless what the docket read Stop and stare, it's really him Fresh from out the piggy pen If I die tonight, then tell my mom I was a pretty bitch City burning