the sax represents the jak i keep it wrapped
i keep it under wraps find me takin naps
i got a whole lotta hatas on the west side
catch me on the east side catch me on the southside
cause i rhyme like this and that
catch me with a black hat nap sack on my back straight strapped
cause i stay strapped homie i'm from way back
who da mack know we cuben smokin blacks with cuban dudes
i burn a food with a cigarette i polish black techs
shoot yo ass to death the farm got your address
we finna addresss all these other halfdead
poets with they flows they be soundin like they half dead
no disrespect to little half dead i love the color red
i love bloodshed and listenin to dope head
homie make your throat lead my bitch makes some dope eggs
like some ghostface like all my dope laced
got no problem takin out a whole squadron
they be like what happened say i no habla
smokin agua seein stars in the dark
livin in the trailer park raised up on poptarts
fuck walmart fuck kfc
know the slavery game aint for me
i got a range of heat best tame with me
or else i'll take your life and your chain with me
makin methamphetamine the best thing that i ever did
got a g for six steady stackin up these bricks
makin all these hits classics
and plus i got these hits of acid you wanna tab
and i drive real slow with my windows low
cause i'm stackin up this dough
and i'm rappin and i'm rapping and i'm nervous about rapping
see i took all of my aspirin and all my other medicines
i'm of a veteran at this and that skin a cat
but i don't mean a feline a ki or a dime
i smoke em at the same damn time
gotta feel the heat and rush before night time
snort a line or smoke a line i feel so alive
okay to drive probably ok to drive
this the drug that i thrive on this the drug that i ride on
this the drug that my homies momma died on
fried on it i live my life fast and now i gotta pay for it
smokin methamphetamine the best thing i ever did
gotta hit the ride to score me some bricks
and i drive real slow with my windows low
cause i'm stackin up this dough