Got a bitch, taught her how to play fetch - throw Bought some real, she was talking out the Metro And I train these niggas like it's Petco You my son that you know I can't let go Imma full bred ape when the bank close Know some full fed hoes with they breasts blow Know some real ass niggas that'll never fold And I can never let 'em down like I told you so Don't speak upon, say you heard it through the grape vine Bitch I love my life so much that I don't waste time If you with that fake shit, you can stay on this side Big flip, long clip, if you stay on that side I'm the real, keep it true, nigga never turn blue Had some snakes in the grass, grab that ass and let loose Hit the brakes, swerve the gas, but just hope they catch you I'm a break hella fast for the day I met you (Shoutsout to... west coast, shoutsout to west coast, ay, hold it down for the best smoke, uh. Shoutsout to west coast, hold it down on best smoke... Do ya dance, bitch I came in, bitch I came in, uh) Bitch I came in, they like, "Kenshin, do ya dance?" I'm a rockstar baby, Imma break the bands I'm a South nigga but I love it in the West Smoke good, eat good, nigga nothing less Fuck good, sleep good, still think 'bout the check Used to be in middle school taking up the desk Now I'm in the fucking bank, taking up a check You can do the same thing nigga, fuck the rest...