. don't go soft at the end

Stacked up and ready to go

Smoking a blunt just to steady the flow

Did it my self I don't credit no ho

Pit on a leash and they letting me go

Getting money its status qou

White boy with the badest flow

Always got the fattest shows

My haters are the saddest hoes

Fuck all my enemies

Few zannies and some hennessy

And I'll show some violent tendencies

no love for the industry

Wayne's a fake an tips a snitch

Ross ain't paid and drakes a bitch

me and j hate kick it all the time

dude kill my speed stealing my wifi

he walks my by cell juss to get high

if the ward ask if we holding duh we gone lie

live ya life doin 165 but the main thang of prison is learn to survive

props

ok life is music

but times are tough

so i pick up my girl

show her some love

family important

sometimes truth aint true

but time heals no wounds juss memory

the time i divide money is the time of misery

hope that a bullet isnt the end of me

and all of my love ones have good memories

quiet frankly i dont give a fuck what u do fuck fuck u and ur crew

mah rhymes be sicker thn a nigga drunk on mothafuckin liqour

cuz you know what it is

niggas be like hey

wassup

i win