Crackin bottles, pourin up, I fill it to the top Rossi in a solo cup and I ain't missed a drop I might take a shot, you been missin shots I don't need the law, I don't fuck with cops.
I don't need yo help, I don't need a job. I just made a rack look back the past was wack without no traffic, now the moneys comin in, friends gone with the wind, ain't shit changed, still waitin for the fuckin end.
I'ma die in high tops, R.I.P. in 3M G.O.D. X Tripple-I, Apathetic Alibi Balisong lullaby, A.K.A. That Butterfly A.K.A. That Switchblade, dictate your last day.