Drop Dat

---2nd Verse--- Got every reason to pop shyt, come thru block ina drop benz. Yea we kool but we not friends. 1st u Gotta prove dat u locked in. I dnt kno wut use to but I'm not dem. Doing all dat shyt to shine but u still dim. Told moms to cremate me so even wen I'm gone dey can never say I was boxed in. Ima different boss cut from a different if its drama I'm lickin off den dis bitch getting tossed. My train of thought like a maze. Gttn niggaz lost. Fuk u ya honor. Middle fingers to the courts. Getting to the money das a no brainer tryna own a whole neighborhood wit no neighbors. I'm really lit like Las Vegas city slick gritty clique nigga known gangstas.