My nigga, I’m slamming doors on a street Jeep,
upon a heat seat, I’m on 13th Street,
my mind on tilt, and TILT on my mind,
rapping on these streets, running them like Sweet Feet,
covered in gold, like C-3PO, I’m from that, P-O-R-T-L-A-N-D, G,

you niggas are way behind, but I got that state of mind,
keep me writing the greatest lines while I’m on my way to shine, they be hating mine,
but I ain’t surprised, look at me!
Big smile with a tank top and some top notch kicks,
and I bet you will not cop this,
cause it’s a 1-of-1, meaning one-and-done, and you never gonna get another,
in the telly with a honey with a tat upon her belly, and we barely got it in, it was a struggle,
claiming she couldn’t find a rubber…motives barely undercover…
I ain’t trying to make a baby, cause I got bills and I struggle - make that double…
I’m an immortal, killing niggas for boredom,
let them write out their bullshit lyrics, rap and record them,
feeling like they important,
I can see the sun for the first day like, all year, no rain,
bout to hop up out the crib, first thing,
speakers bumping that EARTHGANG,
“my top down,
and I’m rolling through the city…yeah, yeah, yeah” -
I’m at the top now, ain’t nobody fucking with me…
getting shwifty till you niggas get me, come on!

Rolling through your city with a dime piece with me,
started real gritty, now I’m sitting real pretty,
you niggas probably hate me, so I feel like Tom Brady - yep,
specially since I’m rolling in a brand new Patriot
Jeep, no Durango…
silver paint, no chain, though -
feeling unchained, no Django;
say you getting money nigga, but you really ain’t though -
the gangster rap’s played - time’s changed, bro;
shawty want a dude like me, that’s down to do hiking,
fuck her good, then hit her with the Ruby Jewel ice cream,
don’t take this stuff lightly, because it’s unlikely
that you will find another nigga rapping this tightly…I got it sewed,
so while you talk trash on the ‘Gram, I’m with my dog ashing out grams,
I’m gonna ball - cash in the clutch, I want it all - half ain’t enough,
having a ball, laughing it up…anything I want now, I can have it,
remember when we was poor? Shit sucked, can of ravioli in the cabinet…
…but that’s life,
didn’t change till I decided
to put the work in until it’s perfect and stack the money up chest height,
y’all niggas know I’m the best, right? King of the northwest side,
home of the mean green, but believe me, killing y’all is the best high…