Some idiot
But I'm a flat-o, what's a two-cut?
These names behind me are criminal,
they don't suit me
I know nobody, no nobody, nobody in this *
Have a smile, a smile, and I'll play the trick
I'm high,
John,
everyone treats me like Omni-tree
I keep forgetting myself,
just remember that I'm on this bitch
D1-chime, D1-chime, D1-chime
D1-chime, D1-chime
I don't run from things because I'm full of *
I'm a street-race * but I'm innocent for my mother
My mind says I'm a criminal and my heart says I'm a saint
I live in this studio,
I'm always sitting on the floor
I left the city packed, with a full bus
I left the flat and this is what I'm saying,
four-zero
I lost my illegal weapons to my enemies
This is how the world works,
I'll go and get eight-zero
The police are fast, badmega is innocent
Climb time or your demon time, go go
It's all gangsta, watch out, flow, flow
Shot shot when I heard my knuckles
Badger be melted up in that makeup,
go go