For the big start, I finish
f**k all the cops trying to f**k with the digits
f**k might f**k, gon' f**k with the Dickens
Front row, Micheal gon' swerve, I'm sipping
On bleach, might burn, my throat
My God, flip, in a damn road trip
For a tip, I would never do, such a good thing
Get clean, finna dry them sheets
Is that your day, for the Testing
Out my mind, when it's really dark and shady
Baby, crazy, still trying to grow up, throw up
So I could feel safe, when them girls, got skirts
I heard, if I get behind her, you pay