[Intro]

What up world

I'm just travelling

Back packing you know

[?]

[Verse]

I try to keep it old school

No new

Roll through

That's why you're listening to me

I'm your clutch, go to

Born in '84 but I kick it with 82

Got a lot of Latin in me with a little bit of Jew

You won't find me in a Synagogue sitting in a pew

Murder my religion, I just boiled up the stew

Gypsy, two shirts, a pair of jeans with me

Caught a ride with a stranger, we rolling through [?]

Driver was tipsy, he slipped me a fifty

Said "I felt you needed this, and usually I'm stingy"

Gave me that when I was in

Dark clothes, gassin' it

Greyhound station for some reason my passion lit

And that's why I wrote this

[?] lines, they be deadlier than blow fish

Deadlier than Judas [?] to Jesus with that cold kiss

That's why my homies spit the real tip

Broski, you notice

Back pack, no weed sack, I'm already relaxed

Hand to the [?], and I swear I won't look back

[?], music for weirdos

You came in so fancy I'll give you some thrift clothes (thrift clothes)

I'm on fire, don't you let me reload

Spontaneous combustion, know that front page on my lingo

All my people bounce like this

Cause your the first to here my new hit

Very first flip

[Outro]

Fully loaded clips, spray like this

Right to the left, shoot right from the hip

Empty the clip, new clip in

The cycle continues, repeat this again

Fully loaded clips, spray like this

Right to the left, shoot right from your hip

Empty the clip, new clip in

The cycle continues, repeat this again