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