text: Street music 
  Street music
  Hahaha
  Street music 
  Hahaha
  Street music
  I dont care if you dont like me, only fans do
  If rap dont work, start bringing in selling the tans nigga 
  Im O.T. with the CoCo 
  And if you know, then you know bro 
  I’m oh so far 
  That I could shape the whole game up just like a snowblower
  Yeah, yeah, lil nigga you down for sure for sure 
  Ain’t no rules to the game but one thing that I know 
  Can’t play both sides that’s a no no, aye
  Yeah, you know that I finish with facts
  Ten bars in my head and retire and come finish with rap
  If you ain’t finished with rat, it’s like Pookie finished with crack, aye
  Nigga, I’ma keep coming back, nigga, I feel like a fiend
  I don’t respect that Glock, if it don’t come with a beamer
  And I don’t respect that block, if you don’t put on your team
  You ain’t give em a chain, ain’t even buy em Supreme, aye 
  Then you wonder why you ain’t good in the hood like me, aye
  I be really in the trenches, every chain on look icy, I know 
  Know I got two guns and they right beside me 
  They the same kind, same color, both got 30s, bitch, they Siamese