True, true on my wrist cause I'm true to this *
Breakin' this bitch like I'm hittin' a lick
Annihilate niggas with fire ice spit
You don't get this, I am so lit
On them asshits that they tryin' to get rich
I am unbreakin', I ain't breakin' *
I am a, I am a, I am a king, uh
Where's my throne? I'm kings to the bone
Thuggin' down in the concrete, I feel it
When at home, I'm in the hood without a hood
H-O-D-E-V-Y-E
Throw up gang signs, true
Tattered on my wrist, you see
I am like Stevie J or Ray J
I am blind, I got hoes on days
I got guala on deck
I make all the checks, no microphone
But I'm doin' my best, cause check one and check two
One came from music and three
The rest came from , so you know I'm gettin' money
Mula guala, party like there is no tomorrow, uh
But I know I'm gon' get there by tomorrow, I'ma blow
Mula guala, party like there is no tomorrow, uh