Very Who are We are from the Shaolin's the From which all Kung-Fu Buddha's be praised
I met him by Pond, my hand on the flamer, my bomb I park, Rae, Ghost, lit up the bong It's nightfall, nothing here, to fear got things to touch on, then he walked up weird
Walked in frail as stale, his eyes soft His face was pale, I looked at him wanna talk, you a deer, starting chasing him He jumped in the tree, had in his ear
I'm a you nigga You gonna have to down
Little did he I was a leader, a full bred eater in new V's, shopping, had the fever Next stop Starbucks and Spiegels, had diesel Then she walked in, fly little
Niggas on the scheme for you gleam, come from your school A bunch of snake bites, they bitch smacked She in the '09 Beemer, with that sex whore Sabrina Fortune checks, in Medina
for the info, my kinfolk, listen, Ms. Window With the big on her temple Any knowledge is college, you gave enough to be bounced now She up in Chipotle, don't quote me
917, 646, you know war, bitch Can't for nothing, she fronting a piss, roll up, let's twist, pulled down my pants Good look and through her tits
Now I gotta picture who I'm looking for, fake ass boy I know his family, fuck 'em all I used to love brothers, now I 'em Mostly them gator boys, who and they never seen Nathan
Me and my real soldiers who started it, won't part of it But I'm a get to the bottom, I got 'em Newspapers saying shot 'em but on the low I he shot himself
A trip, yo, the poison me, I come from the peas Where mothers run old with tons of ki Old lady holding them G's, dope fiends, holes in they Magicians that can blow green
I know his whole team, no crease, so low I hit 'em off mean, now he wanna me, no bro, B