sentence was almost finished Now we packin the streets in a mix, in it to win it Calling cards, checkin fools, checkin names down Now I'm steady ???? ???? sent to the ground Other
my Caddy, leanin' to the side Eatin' deep fried pickled pigs feet Fight lotion, I keep my lips hemmed and ashy Buckle on beads so my shit stay nappy Kokane
