This is as, pure as opium, purified for street players to open em space, like three els laced with coke in em
Shots awoken em, fake uniform takes the portion of
six trips, to young clips and killers coachin em
However though, fake ass niggas'll never know
Cos my method's perfected, I'm movin sceptic and never show I'm soon to blow, stack doe, lay on the low
While I'm sippin Cristal, I mess with Long Island and Moe A part of nature, me wan' acres in Jamaica
Puffin exotic trees without seeds rolled up in leaf paper So exhale, cos if I don't live to tell
then fuck it, if well, I'll see the rest of y'all niggas in hell