True, true on my wrist cause I'm true to this *Breakin' this bitch like I'm hittin' a lickAnnihilate niggas with fire ice spitYou don't get this, I am so litOn them asshits that they tryin' to get richI am unbreakin', I ain't breakin' *I am a, I am a, I am a king, uhWhere's my throne? I'm kings to the boneThuggin' down in the concrete, I feel itWhen at home, I'm in the hood without a hoodH-O-D-E-V-Y-EThrow up gang signs, trueTattered on my wrist, you seeI am like Stevie J or Ray JI am blind, I got hoes on daysI got guala on deckI make all the checks, no microphoneBut I'm doin' my best, cause check one and check twoOne came from music and threeThe rest came from , so you know I'm gettin' moneyMula guala, party like there is no tomorrow, uhBut I know I'm gon' get there by tomorrow, I'ma blowMula guala, party like there is no tomorrow, uh