I'm swinging around the corner like a nigga trying to get away,but I'm all good.I'm just trying to get to my place.I'm spending a few.Oh, you should see the grand of my face and girls hitting me like baby.Can't we blow today?You know I told these niggas they exotic and they weirdAnd all of them put it where they own damn heardI'm further than my hood but it's the jungle like the woodsI'd help you if I could but I won't cause I shouldn'tAnd all them niggas lame if you still out here shootingI'd rather throw these hands and beat a bitch, nigga stupidThan ride off in my car to the goddamn mallBut just to get some food,cause I don't shop for * at allI know South Ossem draws black or white,but that's all They tryna make no fools,bitch don't bother me that muchAnd all you niggas lame,if you still out here shootin'I'd rather throw these hands at me,the bitch nigga stupidThan be at home,be at home, yeah, and treat me to *Sloppy pop, ass nigga shot, just to * your leg I'm alright,because I will try not to sleep for a quarter of an hour as we get ready to move to Greece.It's been a few,oh, you should see the grin of my basic girl, Sadie.