Part 1: Fast cars, fast money, fast bitches Fast, nigga, run fast while snitchin We will kill you, bitch, right here in the kitchen Im not kiddin, run like u really have some to missin
Fame is a reason of my mission Tryna get it, while my haters get permission And my bae work on diction, life condition My prescription of the best is contradiction of the wisdom and success like science fiction is upset about pacific land
it never works like legal brands of weed think right before be lyin bleed Suckin dick on knees holdin breath cleanin teeth I advice you bliss, that helps us sleep In bed but not in peace, I leave you knowledge bout the pris and please don't make a breeze
Cause rav has sticks and love to makin hits I swear he fuckin awesome killin shit Like you, lil filthy bitch, and then in rip tunic That's why His car is covered by my haters lees and their girlfriend's tears, If you think I'm lying, hope u have a fix
I was walkin eazygoing and alone but had a credo and some code Uno what flaw? U have no one of them, hoe But You chose wrong road And false response So my bro'll make ya murder kickin while I'm gone