First go

Now don't get it twisted I'm not really here I'm just distant

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

So fuck that fake nigga trying to pretend to be me

She found out and tried to treat my head like a tee

I'm on top of this fucking world so what you got on that

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

Now fuck it I'm out of it like a nigga with dreads

 

Four big bottles of water a day, two packs of marlboro reds

so yeah smokin and tokin up is my life

Matter fact i dreamed that i lived twice

no more fears just want to have a good time

Remember when i used to call you on your phone line

and we would talk about all the old times

Stuntin' in some other jordan nines

like we were runnin out of lines

I stared death in the eyes a couple times

but i never felt like i felt like i was going to really die

True to the game i claim outlaw riders we give a fuck what they try