Punch, NS busy, I'm just smoking on the zoo right now, flexing back, you get me, cause it's a struggle right now, we ain't gonna stop, NS busy, coming right through, it is where it is, I don't need to say much, smoking on my zoo, I'm about to hit a shoot, like just cool fam, you can never walk a mile in my shoes, lot of politics and a lot of obstacles, you gotta overcome that, you don't know, coming from the slums, act, cause when police ask questions never talk fam, I hope that he listens, cause I'm on a mission, Pyrex whipping so I stay in the kitchen, got the nitties ringing, lines moving mad so I gotta stack this paper and move to my next plan, like who you on about, you never been gang, YouTube came out you jump on the hype, whilst I was only busy running from the fed van, trying to get me locked down, rolling with my 3-8 special, like boy you ain't special, still got me saying fam I miss our blocks, remember that last time, what's his name, had a plastic Glock with the infrared lights, thinking that he was the man, but end up sharting the dog to K, but K never running back, when I had him punched up, he tried bring his pump in, nigga try and get brave, thinking to myself I'ma send him to his grave, and trust me fam, guns ain't nothing new, and make sure you don't end up in the evening news, like how can we lose, got the Bobby and the Whitney, always gotta move, the last time that I checked, niggas ain't got budge, they move so shook, they don't wanna link man, far from a waste man, that's why I make plans, you sit down and hate man, me I'm on the come up, they can't stop my hustle, cause this life is a cycle, I hope that they understood, tell them I'm the real deal, them boys just actors, caught up in the rap world, till they get clapped boy, like how you run the town boy, me I'm on a different path, a lot of man's doing life, out here's different now, a lot of man's rapping, most of them telling lies, looking in his eyes as I'm staring at the flat screen, like everyone's losing it, me I'm coming tight though, coming from the deep end, make bread and loose friend, and ain't nothing new, and I ain't stepping on the loops, 1-10-95, chipped in for a 3-5, sitting outside your yard, 3 in the morning, it's a countdown, yard man say you gotta let the cow down, so when I catch Donny, I'm gonna put him down, run up in his yard and I'm going through his stacks, if I hear the sirens then I'm cutting with the smash, can't get hold then I'm back to the marsh, riding off a bird, punch up a boy then it's back to the basics, never change places, like stop being racist, I was raised in the trenches, real recognize real you done know, I don't need to say much, a bag of man wet, with the G's on the gram, let me find the niggas stashed and I'm coming for them grands, it is what it is, you can take it how you want it, stacking on a hundred till they make it to a thousand, beef gotta cook that, well you gotta muck that, rolling with some mobsters, feds can't find me like they looking for Nemo, still in the town, call me Nino, shutting off the brown, got it for the low low, got me saying free my GM low, still coming solo, it is what it is, staying right here, punch.