[Verse 1: STS]

Tough as woodpecker lips

Got a handle on the game like a rubber grip

Driver license reads bad mother fucker, bitch

Around the way I'm better known as The Illustrious

Cooler than a cali night, underneath a philly sky

California chronic got me feeling like I'm really hot

They don't really know what I be rolling I could really [lie?]

Got the game down to a science nigga Bill Nye

[?] make me feel fly new [??]

All a dream like JUICY now the shit is in reach

White icing on the caddy red velvet on the seat

You may refer to me as sugar nigga shit ain't sweet

South side in my speech more specific to; 'peach'

From the seeds i have sewn I continue to reach

The bitter visit of struggle admit it taught me to hustle

Had to fit in where I fit in like a piece of the puzzle

Niggas in trouble

[Verse STS]

Gladiator like Russle, [aviator rent a duffle?]

Brown leather [white teeter?] jet setter in me

Trend setter the beat

So competitively

Show kill, dressed to kill like commander and chief

[Peep?] I live on my feet, never die on my knees

So when the reaper come and get me, bury me in my 3's

I be as busy as bees

My bitches thicker than thieves

And they don't speak much sounding like they right on my eaves

[??? shit]Flaunt shit, everybody want shit, where the fuck were niggas when I was grinding the gauntlet

Only my associates [???] and Montlick

Tippy in the studio with the booth haunted

Want this, dead or alive

Credit my guys' all respect due

Red in my eye part of the high

Shit I want to kick it with [nice?]

[?] p?] replies

I just want you to listen to this [and better?]

And ride

[Verse STS]

Chasing hives like a cracker from the valley chasing tives

Ain't no feeling like that feeling when you take them by surprise

I arrived [just a ???] I fell from the friendly skies

Taking shots at the [?] my niggas like friendly fire

Sick desire [for playing with???] [heavy fire vinyl???]

Shout outs go to my [?] and my suppliers

I admire the figures and the time it took to make this

Don Peiron and the weight in the bitches faces

[Aces?] Shots of Patron like I'm in my zone

Like I'm at home Atlanta

[?] and Jessie Tanner; Bad Santa

Three hoes with my pardon my manners

Them lovely ladies hanging on to me like a bandana

They told what is good for the goose is good for the gander

Well bitches in my [celly???] [?] [planner?]

Wave to me, hey to me baby like a banner

[Try?] [???] flashin' cameras