mista back one more time
just to spit some wicked rhymes
this here is off tha mind
in jackson you could find
me chillin grippin pine
i'm out here on tha grind
cuz mayne we gotta shine
leather seats recline
under that there be a nine
that'll leave ya with no spine
i'm so high i might be flyin
thru the sky in it's sublime
everybody hate me, but mayne i'm feelin fine
test me if ya blind
you see i'll leave ya mama cryin
askin why her childrens dyin
CUZ THEY FUCKIN WITH A TRUE PIMP WHO JUST AIN'T GOT THE TIME