Lời bài hát: Bashy. Bashy.com. Freestyle.

Yo..
How many more youths are gonna die on the roadside?
How many more youths are gonna get duppied? huh?

Look, I said It's hype on the roads
This year 'nuff man will die 'pon the roads
Get shot, left with a knife in their boat
Might get slumped on the side of the road
Certain man are in war then they go raving
Get killed, I'm like \"Why did they go?\"
In my endz what d'you know the 9's dem a blow
and if man's got dough 45's dem a blow

Yout's get handed Macs,
Ronald Mcdonald ain't the one providing 'em though
They can't handle the ting
Hittin' on some bystanders just mindin' their own
Cause they're burstin' the ting, blinded, eyes closed
That's why more time I'm in the zones
Kicking back dun know, writing them flows
You dun know I'm focused I'm writing for those

I know, I ain't wining and dining them hoes
Cuz, I'm on finding and grinding them hoes
Yeah I might fuck them, send them back let their boyfriend be the one that's buying them clothes

Yeah that girl, she's fine you know bro
But you should have seen the big corns right on her toes
She took her socks off my rock clock flops off
I was like, \"sorry babes I gotta go\"

Yeah that breh can be shining the most
But he's butters, have you seen the size of his nose?
In the hood man find them kinda jokes so funny
So do I, I suppose

Get caught in this industry hype, no I won't
Do these industry things, no I don't
They're like \"bash, come sniff a line of the coke\"
I'm like \"lataaa, you man are wiling you know\"
I ain't Wiley you know
Gyal ain't wearing my rolex but dun know, I rate the tune highly you know

You dun know, I rate Weezy
But fuck cough syrup unless I've got a cold

(Thanks to Bashy for these lyrics)