i'd say i'm like peter pan cuz i'm fly as the sky
in da club like a stick up, i got their hands up high
i don't say much cuz actions are louder
a lot you can do with dynamite verses and no lack of powder
my words are sour, i'll make you cringe
4th street records is where life's a binge
fuck 4 doors we're coppin coops
armed with bullet verses that i know how to shoot
my lyrics hit your ears like i'm iron mike
whup your ass leave your feelings hurt and take off on your bike
but really i'm a nice guy, i stay fly, keep em high
but if push comes to shove imma ride
cuz i got pride and i'd die before anyone blinds my eyes
get money with my eyes on the prize
i've taken lifes shots but yet i still rise
i keep t-bone so high, strata-g so high, street so high
mo'fucker let's ride