I'm back in my bag, they stealin' my swag, but this the original flowIf I see her off, then I'm peelin' this boatGo walk for that lane, pour a pint on his toeNow, who want the smoke? YeahI want the smokeCall that talk and let me get your doughI'm Peter on my field, be baby lowAnd I got tiny lowsAnd I f*** with the folks, and I f*** with the joesAnd I f*** with the bloodKeep a scrap, I ain't f***ing with studsBut I told her it's loveI was so down, I looked up, sent the sidewalkMe and my brothers, we played in the mudI'm feelin' offset, I just might bust down the carThis whole s*** is up in the studsWhat you gon' do when you up in the comeback?Bullets start hittin' the back of your truckMy throwaway was a XD compactNow let me squeak with the wine of that fudgeHe want that beat, put him up in the lunch packI ain't smokin' after what killed out of loveI'm gettin' high love, baby, that's a fun factBut marijuana is not a drugI'm off of X-Lap, trackin' for dirtNapkin for my perk, yeah, it must've been a dudI'm tryin' to bump on this beef, I like contactNot too scared to come out where we wasHollow tips, hit him, explode on contactRip him up quick, it's way, get him a buzzHe don't drop videos, cause he too broke to go bounce from closeF*** up bums, A.I. flip a car, rip through the motorIt sound like explosives, a bunch of lungsI got a switch on the now with a drumIt's a fastening brand, no way he can runI don't feel sympathy, turn to a memoryCut my dog off for me and the brosI got some good smack time, my backpackHit it with Superman, turn it to fudgeI'm feelin' sexy, I just put his mans in the darkSo tell him to get it in bloodI'm on the A-Rod, D-Rap a day-dayI swear they f***ed my lil' bitty boyWhen I got locked up, it was for robberyWent back to school and they gave me a boyYou got me f***ed up, thinkin' bout robbin' meUp with that Dre, make him missin' the boyI got into it when we played the basketballI was the first to take s*** off the courtI'm on the block, man, I feel like I'm MarcusSo I was just plottin' on robbin' a swordI let him die, make him count to a thousandHe move, he gon' die before he make a choiceLook in his eyes, I can tell he a b***hMan, I know he didn't hop out the porch, he was forced