I'ma give it up, blood, as I bail through the setI got my flag to the right and my homies to the leftI'ma mad as Samoan to the bone, better checkI'm a soldier if I got to find myself to the neckYou a rider, you a slider, on me, we gon' checkWe were three deeps lying till we crashed with the techDon't tell me true besides where I shine, nigga, * thatBus back, we tossed it in the river likeWhat's that? Why you want to strap like that?Blood, I'm paranoid, the infamous big noodle knocker named B-BoyBig superheroes on the gram, let me check the statTommy B, Dozer, P-Foam, time to crack the packHop up in the lap with my flag like wordy assSeat way back with some yaks, don't forget to scrapI might've lost a lot of things, I never lost my mindCause I'm high off the streets and I'm addicted to the crimeHit the switches on that motherfucker, let the * rideI heard the bird up in the sky screaming out homicidePut the hood on down, homie, throw your hood to the skyIf you feeling like I'm feeling it, you let that * flyHit the switches on that motherfucker, let the * rideHeard the bird up in the sky screaming out homicidePut the hood on down, homie, throw your hood to the skyIf you feeling like I'm feeling it, you let that * flyYeah, I'm headed to the back of the function with some yakYelling out P-Foam like it was Brackenworth's hatThese bitches stay mad at me, I know they can't stand the GBut I don't give a *, so fill my cup with some HennessyI'm banging Westside, so you niggas better fill the PI'm Brian Theo, sexy with a strap like remember meStay giving it up, I wish death to my enemiesAll-star chubs with apparel like you feeling meFaded with my stepping damn near, about to throw it upSwerving through the lanes with my gang like what's happening?Blood, I'm hopping out Bracken, looking super attractiveI'm getting caught up in my way and start holding up trafficTwo-stepping with my strap, man, you know that I'm activeMr. Wolf fully loaded, nigga, no, I ain't lackI got a platter full of yak and a handful of bandHope I'm banking on a mission, let it up, you let it blamHit the switches on that motherfucker, let the * rhymeI heard the bird up in the sky screaming out homicidePut the hood on down, homie, throw your hood to the skyIf you feeling like I'm feeling it, you let that * flyHit the switches on that motherfucker, let the * rhymeHeard the bird up in the sky screaming out homicideYeah, I'm belong down, homie, throw your hood to the skyIf you feeling like I'm feeling it, you let that * flyYeah, I'm belong down, homie, throw your hood to the skyI'm open.I'm open.I'm open.I'm open.Boom!Hey, let me just come out in front and hear that.I might have been too much, but you know what?I'm going to hear it.I mean, you know what?Every time I do a song, it's a rust draft.So anything that I need to fix later on, I'm going to do it again.