I gotsta call em how I see em
lil hustla Being me its a little harder
Im a shot caller
Always popin ma collar
searchin for the next dollar
I am a silly poet I kill you wit the ink
Just so you could know it
I just cant bare it knowledge just seeps
You can call me hood schollar
these bitch ass fools can bleed or
theyy can just follow us as we lead
and by us I mean 3fold me
Kikin up dust in the wind lil G
A god like nigga I will always win
heres a lesson for free
I spell it P.I.M.P.
you don't know me
cause pictures motivated by implications of purity moves me
so why judge me only God can do that
You so phony only God and me knew that
thats why Imma ride ma pony
like the wild wild west meets tony
on the plains of montana
you meet the black stalion
chillin wit de lion
in death we all flying
the king of the jungle
mourns for those who is crying
due to lost offspring
mamma we keep trying