Yo DJ, then. How many times would they say I'm the smoothest truth? Is I never not new this way? I'm trench coat level, my shoes are swayed. Bigger gone step on my penis, baby. World ages in these trailers, but ain't trippin' and losing faith. You not have been tested, but that's a question, why they onnet when killing A. And she say I'm a son of a bummer, really miss me like she's shooting stress. It's cool, it's great, but it's more fun when you use your waist. Shoot me, then I'm in a latkano, where they're able to move in K and search for fees and my fees and queues, my stupidity, you can lose your place. And I seen it, bro, and you see I'm the CEO, teachin' my team out to him for the head and no waist, don't let no knees and toe, no waist, briefings and aboard meetings with the geez them, but they've been involved. Are you a animal, street with bro? Only Jesus knows, but still I'm here counting my blessings. I ain't the count of the lessons, find out in the drugs, just got man to use one hand when I'm counting our bregins. Can't really die, I'm a legend, for the hours run the clock that I'm puttin' through the eye, right like the rock when they lookin'