Freestyle

Roll 24s, mills In my disposals Still blow dro and chill with a ho or two Still tote steal cause jackers'll be all over you Whether you worth a hundred mill or a O or two Hatin' start small but jealousy's what it grow into Hate to see me ballin' and bury me's what you wanna do I'll front you 50 I owe you, I don't know you Nigga and you better duck from whatever I'm gon' throw you Nigga, keep plottin', I'm forced to .44 you I'm so close to layin' you down and your folks too Anti-social, toast you from a close view Leave you layin' and wonderin' who you spoke to I'll probably never go pop or bi-coastal Cause in this game G's gotta die to get what they 'posed to He don't matter, my flow the truth and I'm so cool I'm the king of the south, nigga I told you