Don't play they go Big, bad, all them as the boss, yeah, that's the status Yeah, packs of flavours, jeans, hoodies, hats and trainers Life's a gamble, yeah, back to Vegas Run them numbers, up, back to pages Yeah, straight Nintendo's, old SNES, back to Sega's Yeah, Big Bob Marley, Spliff, Pac, that's the whalers Yeah, hollow in the whip, yeah, that's the playlist Yeah, coming for that cash, yeah, that's the bailiffs Make them jump, maybe that's criss-cross Yeah, bitch on my dick, listen my dick, maybe that's lip gloss Yeah, getting those chips, cook up those chips, rent in that chip shop Yeah, all of those hits, hollow man gigs, baby that's hip-hop Step looking tip-top, yeah, back up and keep up Yeah, thinking it's cups of tea, man just smash up a teacup Yeah, Mack and the Racksack, rack, rack, rack, rack, slap every kneecap Got rid of Alicia, I'm back with Anika Ooh, getting crazier, yeah, hate you with Madman Yeah, wavy and wavier, yeah, hate you my bad man Yeah, audio saviour, you know when I got that, I walk kinda lazier Think you're the craziest, done kinda brazier Think you're the X-Men, forcing the Xavier Think you're the next gen, I got sauce and I'm gravier Soldiers on hundred, I just walked in Arcadia Man he got time, mags and rifles, and he will mine Spinners on deck, and they're all live Man they're upset, so man they're outside Man they're outside All of these soldiers, and they're my guys All of these mobsters, all have got ties Shouldn't have crossed them, and now we're outside