Front line when I claim my turf
things still toys
till you f-ck with the boy
then i bet a n***a dying when i bang my nerf
ya'll dont know me little sweet little pedder with the feet of the league
and the teeth of a beav
and the ec of a ceave
where defeat is recieve i grew up in a city
that never sleeps
you no me,then i leve then i
does flow like a rollo