How this dude gon' talk shyt with no gun in his waist
He gon' wind up in a box with no stomach and face
And his moms gon' run to the jake but she ain't really a threat
Because my lawyer get a hundred a case
How you gon' chase paper if you're running in place
This shyt is a marathon, I ain't coming to race
Cause my coke got 'em numb in the face
And you gon' think it's a block party the way Ran pumping the base
Pump on your brakes before I start dumping the 8
Your pops was a O.G. but his son's a disgrace