text: Im finessin, finessin 
  I came up a hundred bands a week, straight off finessin
  La Flame
  Walked in this bitch, I just got through finessin designer 
  Oh my God its no rental, gold plated, no need to remind you
  Robbed my plug, that nigga wasnt getting me high 
  Oh no no, oh no no no no no no no
  Stack on black as True Religion 
  This that shit that keep you geekin 
  I done fucked me round five bad bitches this morning 
  And I aint goin back unless they horny 
  Oh no no, oh no no no no no no no
  Finessin, finessin 
  I cant go one day without finessin 
  Finessin, finessin 
  I came up a hundred bands a week straight off finessin 
  I came up a hundred bands a week straight off finessin
  Been on that weed, with my team
  Rolling with my team, yeah, they all finessin
  Man, here it go, fishcale, A1 perico
  Fill PJs up with kilos, then sell it like its legal, yeah
  Everybody he know, could have gotten hit with the RICO
  Caught a couple of charges, they were weak though
  Feds had to let him go in a week or so
  Still, still need the key to blow
  Whole heap of dough, ran the streets for so long
  Man, the team was so on, damn, it seem like so long
  Ago, we had em in Mexico
  He tryna make it back, three bricks more
  The people always run up on us in Texas though
  Only by the grace of God they aint catch us though
  Some lil young nigga with some big dreams
  Almost on the verge of doing some big things
  Tryna get a bird since he was sixteen
  And now he playin ‘round with fifteen or more, ayy
  You know a nigga love nice things 
  And the price in the hood is too frightening
  Them niggas aint gon do the right thing
  It’s time for me to do my thing 
  Finessin, finessin 
  I cant go one day without finessin 
  Finessin, finessin 
  I came up a hundred bands a week straight off finessin 
  Finessin, finessin 
  I cant go one day without finessin 
  Finessin, finessin
  I came up a hundred bands a week straight off finessin 
  How high?
  Tell me why she wanna leave me?
  She used me to get high
  Oh she used me to get higher, higher, higher
  So tell me why she wanna leave me?
  Ooooh, ooooh, oooh, ooh-oooh
  Ooooh, ooooh, ooooh
  As the days go on, the southern region of our national anthem
  The quest for La Flame, this journey, its the last days