They wanna see me pick back up, well where'd I leave it at?
Word on road is the clique about to blow. You ain't gotta run and tell nobody they already know
Me, my niggas and some Madonna hoes that look just like virgins but trust they down to go.
Done sayin I'm done playin
It take a certain type of man to teach, to be far from hood but to understand the streets.
Kush rolled, glass full, I prefer the better things.