Drink Up Cause Everyone Here Is Good

When I Finish Writing A Rap Verse. It's A Lot Like Sex: You Start Off Slow With Ideas, Like Foreplay, And Then You Put Your All Into It. When You End It With The Perfect Thought, It's Like That Perfect Last Stroke.

As For Them Pretty Light-skinned Models Standin In The Cold, Ah Yeah They With Us.

In Your City Faded Off The Brown, Nino. She Insists She Got More Class, We Know.

Don't Lie To The Girl Of Your Life For The Hoe Of The Night

Some Say That I'm Their Favorite, But I Aint Hearing None Of That. I'm About My Team, Hoe, Young Money Running Back