Foot and hand on the gates We was jumping 'em, *******, I'm like quicksand in my ways Was always stuck in 'em, stuck it in and I ambulance came The first time which ain't fast if you Los Angeles raised And my ******* say the spliff take the soul from me And the clique tight-knit, it's like the 'lo rugby Beat the ******* beat up like it stole from me You can talk to Clancy, you need a feature or quote from me (*******) I'm off Delancy, I reek of reefer and show money It's Early running with *******s who cold running *******t The wins like lotion, he get 'em, he gone rub 'em in Critics pretend to get it and ******* just don't ******* with him I spent the day drinking and missing my grandmother Just grab a glass and pour some cold white wine in it A Colt 4-5 in it, you know how I get it I'm toasting myself and a toast to all my *******s And ain't no time limit, I'm toasted as hell And I gotta jot it quick cause I can't focus so well And now, a formal introduction