I'm standing on the curb puffin' on the herb. Tryin' to get what a mother fucker deserve. I'm tryin' to stay high true to the trilla. Tryin' to get richer 'cause it's all about them illaz.
I'm still high as I ride in my 7 Duetche Coupe Deville. Y'all soldiers know my truth be ill. Now with these visions and these bad thoughts. Runnin' through my mind.