[Verse: 1]
My backwood filled of gorilla glue
I ain't finish school, I don't do
What these n***as do, blow chronic like I'm Snoop
Coke look like we cooking grittz
My lawyer got a good percent
Still thinking bout booking sh**
Harlem kid on some Brooklyn sh**
They let me in, I'm never leaving
Savage and I'm reckless even