remove your roof nikka let the sun shine in
Thirty-eight waist, enough to put one nine in
Really a thirty-six without the gun I'm thin
But when the gat is tucked, I'm fat as fukk
Ignorant b*stard, I'm takin' it back to day one
No kids, but trust me I know how to raise a gun :mjstop:
For nikkas that think I spend my days in the sun
Well here's the shock of your life, the Glock not the mic
Homey I'm not into hype; trust me, I'm still street :avbehh:
You still fukking up then trust me I still creep
Yeah I know the platinum chain be looking real sweet
But reach and I bury nikkas sixty feet deep