We steady mobbin getting paper Lot of niggas say they starving is not my problem Pull up to the block in a foren Im eating good Like ace mitch and rico Im getting hella rico vacas in puerto rico Money stuffed in the seats Right next to the chapper Niggas better pray open up that bible my hood all about survivle So lets get to the bag its fucking sad how many niggas fucking lag I can't get comfortable right now I know these Niggas be around my shit smell like a pound Run up on me end up lost and never found I do what they pretend to do That's why I never smile My plug name kyle white boy from the burbs little drunk pardon my slur