Lyrics: I be laughing at folk gossip ,like I ain't got no problems Small things to giant,I'mma show'em in time In my Rado state of mine, whats best is peace But if that can't be we spilling blood in the streets War to the end. Now looking for you and your fam Marching just like a band, with them instruments playing Proven to entertain and make a hater break dance Turn down the volume, till all the hating quiet Yeah you tried, but like em-bola you died I recognize your blueprint, I can tell your design Wipe out your whole side, so I can sleep at night So ain't no mo, worry..all that beef sh** buried Put a stack on a scale and the distraction disappear Yeah I'm in the studio, but all of this is real Where I come from na'll we don't run 3rd ward Texas ain't raise no punks Like that since young No flexin, No stunting Get hit like a bunt, get kicked like a punt On a man hunt, first 48 sh** Order like a pizza get it delivered real quick It start from over their but Its gone finish over here They mad because I'm buying and they still try 2 renting it Say this plain English, I hate n***as like a feminist... I be on to bigger licks, thinking bout a dealership Building up my ownership, stack enough chips and give out some scholarships I'm sticking to the man*script think and grow rich Play the cards dealt until I deal (On the road of life )you just a bug on the windshield