The picture gettin clearer... If it was bricks than the strip we had to tear it up... If it's beef, the .45th we had to gear up...
Lookin at my life through this rear viewer mirror...
Burnin in the pike in this brand new Carrera...
The game funny, mo' money it's gets weirder...
My gang hungry, no body that we scared of...
so do us all a favor my nigga, and don't compare us...
We still loosin soldiers at this war...
Like every other week i'm pourin cold ones at the floor...
We just lost iky, he was going to the store...
That's why i roll around the fully loaded in the door...
Majority time, i'm tryna stay above the poverty line...
And that's a major part of my grind...
I still hit the hood and park my car and the nine...
While the little niggas pump hard with dimes...
...G’z Up...Jim Jones...
I DON’T KNOW WHAT MY NIGGAZ IS DOIN’ THAT MAKES YOU WANNA KEEP THEY DICKS IN YA MOUTH LIKE YALL FUCKIN’…
...ON BEHALF OF QUESADA’S OWN DIPSET FAM, BITCH THANKS FA SUCKN…
...when you gettin cake, the candles come with a death wish...BITCH!!!