Every bar I spit, I'm spitting it hard
be the only person in my hood, with the gold tint on my car
Hydrolics got it pumping like stomachs of pill patients
In this game I swing the iron with rhythm, I KILL BASES/Bassists
and I'm really known to fill faces
with the dark like documentary videos, niggas know that I'm ill, face it
like family portraits, you couldn't focus
with a ford, like having enough money to buy a car at a store
You really want to mess wit a God?
I come harder then ten million testicle pods, sent here by God