[Verse 1: Nuzzy] Uh I'mma hard time stunna Living in the freeway, tryna get my own of Pretty women pa**ing by Think i gotta chase her! But i'mma let it pa** though word up to my lil bros Nikes on my feet and your girl think im unique Swervin on these hoes Put their a** to sleep Cuz talk is hella cheap Spend times on the beat We ain't f**ing with Police Cuz everything is neat, the Rap Game is f**ed up I can't let it be, a n***a said he had my back But never show it Fake friends be on some hoe sh** f**ing two n***as at the sametime That's the chick i don't f** with, i tell her eveyrhting i spit Would make the ground shake, call that Earthquake My mind is heavy, been smoking Blunts since morning Shout out to the girls, who took the time to love me And shout out to the n***as who said I wouldn't be sh**, Science cla** f**ed up So i spend times writing real sh** But Ms. B had my back though Spend times talking about her sister in Toronto Yeah I did this for my n***as, back in the days We were busy selling papers Pioneer Press a n***a still gotta deliver [Verse 2: Ruthless] Okay As i look up the sky, blown back on Disc-Trax Chilling with my girl where she rubbing on my six pack You need to get back Your flow needs a Tic-Tac Good p**y i get that Lose these n***as When i switch track, i switched in lanes Your sh** is lame, make a b**h famous I don't know what her name is, im gettin Guap I'm throwing cash, make it rain b**h Uh, first i gotta see how your game is We could make this happen Ride this dick i'd be the captain No choplist girl, but we can make it crackin Its like the lack of moster, you could call it crackane Pick up on these lame games While other n***as be Lackin I ain't the mail man, but you know i stay packing I remain original while others swagger jackin In a world full of race, catch me overlappin Try to step it up, but its too late for your reaction [Verse 3: Nuzzy] Uh 17 and living, life at the fullest Big n***as getting knocked out like Otis Never ask the question Can't even mention Last name anxious, i can't wait til last year Bout to get my groove on Better get the move on Living life, paradise, tell me what em women like I would like to meet one, better yet the Bre one Light skinned Virgin Cute with a nice Bam High school changed me Science teacher owes me Only n***a laying back, think i need my baby back Hanging with the best bro Call my n***a Matt-Role You ain't tryna beef bro, let me get the meat, matter of fact I need a beat, going ham on elite I dont need no back up, let me get my cash up Money come first Hoes comes last, your girlfriend is mad But i don't really care, middle finger in the air Tell her tough luck, b**h