I bust bangers bars. I drive around in fast cars. I spend lotta time looking at the stars. I'll defend my flow coz I know I'm a pro. I'm not tryna show off I'm just living up to the plate I'm sorry none of you can relate and if you hear me on the sound spread the word around that Thomas To A T and im coming for the tippy top take the time to think of the gentle confidentail potential of the grime in my rhyme. exercise? did you say extra fries? I'm tellin lies fables from under the tables burnt up I've experienced the pain in the game and now I'm coming from down under I'm ready to bring the heat on this beat no repeat tap ya feet I'm falling through my mind the grind is always inclined i never stop i just tic tok like a clock if I fumble my words I might fumble a glock but I keep my guns on the range coz I think it strange hearing the pop pop on the block thinking of death as child has made me think of how I want to live I can not flop I wont stop it's what I said it's what I do every day on the southside