VERSE 1: Soon as I touch down on the west coast/I need a bag of that sticky & some roscoes/a brand new fitted & I'm dipping in a change of clothes/if this ain't living tell me whatchu wanna call it bro/Pumpin gumption got the function jumping watch it grow/gone learn ya sumn stop the frontin girl I got the glow/str8 out da dungeon blowing ganja lungs about to go/hunnad miles & running ain't no chasing hoes they move to slow/swangin with a purpose & swerving that thang be clean for certain/lurking gotta em hurt em my feelings them thangs ain't even working/get with the winners circle if not you just best close yo curtain/all they talk is turn up & turn it it's like a fucking circus/I got that shit that's been missing come down & get a serving/cook it up dress it right man I'm way up under the surface/can I get a witness or sumn I know you hear the sermon/keep yo eyes wide open & scoping watching out for them serpents

VERSE 2: Soon as touch down on the west coast/I need an in & out burger & some chronic smoke/a brown bag & a 40 and Ima let it po/and if you tryna get a sip Ima tell ya no/better get yo own & mind yo bidness don't you get it twisted/this playa pimpin ain't no stopping baby this was written/these niggas simpin & they trickin fuck is wrong wit em/guess they ain't listen or pay attention got em lost innit/lost in the sauce & they ain't ever coming back/better watch back & guard yo grill these niggas off the rack/some of y'all done lost y'all mind I swear they trippin wit no map/this chess not checkers baby better pick up on the slack/this really ain't a game I guess they gone learn the hard way/fuck the fame get ya paper man that's all day/that ain't nothing but the truth mane gone bet ya bottom dollar/