[Verse 1: Th@ Kid] There's an ounce and a half in the bag There's a new pack of swishers on the dash There's a tape in the deck There's a food up on the gas There ain't' no car on the road So I'm about to go fast Got a rap on smash Got that sling-shot on my lap Got a bag full of rocks I ain't' slanging no crack Just a young dumb f** With the tendencies to blast Like blastoise hydro-pump this bullet through my gat Through your brain, catch the fake Can't just can't just catch a break Tired of kicking out all these flows And drowning b**hes with my waves That's a lie, I ain't tired I do this sh** like every day Motherf** the VMAs, motherf** these record labels I ain't' trying to make a name, I ain't' trying to get the fame I'm just trying to get some change, go and cop a bigger chain Buy a house for my team, basement full of weed 'fridgerator full of drinks, champagne and sunny D f** a big flat screen, got a movie theater in my room Big chairs everywhere gla** screen bullet proof