(Whothehelliscarlo?) Yeah, it's the Jackson Where we at with it? Let's get it I'm on Santa Maria, flashin' back to me, Danny and Mia when Rick was alive Cuts were so bad, I believe if he would have lived, niggas still would have died Lucky we was too young to shoot a gun, would have let off a big fifty It came back with the clip empty same way they left a nigga feelin' inside Whole hood on my collarbone, knock-knock, ain't nobody home Servin' knocks, playin' hopscotch, sippin' Wock'-Wock' out a Styrofoam Glock on me, this a double-decker, junkie with me smoke but he love to toot Pockets chunky like the checker but this big four-nickie chunky like the soup Keep campaignin', he gon' win the race and end up upstate tryna cheat the system Free Smirk, long live Von, can't even lie, they let these streets hurt from this one Even why and though I'm far so gone, in the fast lane like a hubcap Tryna hold on, I don't talk much, certain shit just ain't to be spoke on Still tryna tame the dog like I gotta potty train it on the pee pad Wifey piss me off damn near every night, still be tryin' not to go to sleep mad Turned a whole slab into three halves, sometimes I wish that it was two of me In the honeycomb with the brewery, all these ice bows, I got jewelry Built for a tough but the rims on the car still Forg' Comin' through the gutter, long live my brother, he probably killed yours Might just have my youngin spin they strip every time I get bored Know them peoples got a nigga picture top of they clipboard But I'm built for it, major pain, nigga, I'm the drip lord Get you Chip Ahoy, make it rain, tell that nigga: Strip for us Livin' in Detroit, might have to take a life before they steal yours Feel like Scar