Lyrics: Kevin Pouya/Ivan Ramirez
Music: Kevin Pouya/Ivan Ramirez
Yuh, Baby Bone will never die, All But 6 well and alive
P****boy playin' both sides, pucker up and kiss my nine
Push a bullet in yo' head, b**** you hungry, here some lead
Young Picaso with a Glock, I paint your b******* f***in' red, motherf*****
Baby I'm 30 I know what I need to feel fulfill
Never needed a record deal just spit my game and keep it real
My fans hold me down, put on all my homies now
They think they know my sound, came up out of the underground
B**** Rami the ghost im roaming walking amongst of the fog so leave me alone
Keep it 10 toes for suckers whose betting on me own demise but hang from the rope
Until i croak keep it real with my day one patnas that's fasho
Never trippin' about hoe that don't bring in no f***in' dough
Still in a whip with the 1000 rounds, gun in my pocket, got no holster
Boy I'm movin' like a ghost way deep in Florida
Best be careful where you tread you tryin' f***in' with gorilla
Soulja steppin' to my war zone motherf*****, then this shit is over
This a Porsche hear that engine I don't drive a f***in' Tesla, boy
Chrome wheels spinnin' with the peanut butter leather, boy
Racin' through my city like I'm trying dodge the weather, boy
All this horsepower got me feelin like a shepherd boy
You know, this shit a Benz b****, I don't need no lovers or no friends, b****
Open up ya mouth and take this d*** I know you can, b****
I've been makin' plays, turning pennies into bands, boy
Money comin' in, I don't need to use my hands, boy
B****, I'm dangerous reachin' for the stainless hand the bank
B****, I can make it quick and easy, have it feeling painless
Dade County legend find me playin' in the sand, boy
Came up out the mud, had to hustle for this bread, boy
Raised by up out the fog I'm young, I'm San Francisco legend, b****
Make a false move and you'll make me empty up my clip