La quiere conocer...
Con su forma de actuar...
On the backside of the flip, never see
Never see me on the other side, I'm always green
Saying that I'm just a f*cking layout
Sense me when I breakout
Catch me at the steak house nigga, catch me at your bitch house
I'm always watching from the distance like a f*ckin cobra
My head snap back, snap back to my shoulder
Nigga saying that you wanna, that bitch straight from Rwanda
You still too dumb to see that I done broke the Magna Carta
Tip toe nigga, climb slow nigga
You never ready can't you see that f*cking snow nigga
Below zero nigga, you ain't no hero nigga
Claimin that you painted pictures
Truth be told you get no bitches
Shit... I say I only tell the truth
You stay away from (stay miss[?]) p*ssy stay up in that booth
Thinking 'bout that time you said you make it out this shit
I made it out this shit, since I was a f*cking jit
Shit we coming out of fog, sleeping in that o-zone, to the floor
Bitch leave before the night and come back for some more
Want some more, never show that I got that bitch for the doe
Then I go, in the back, of that motherf*cking store
Seein' dead bodies laid out on the side of the grass
All I see is blood, right beside the broken glass
Never got no time to make it out the damn back
Goes to show that I won't ever wanna go back, nigga