Nissan Skyline - PJK, Stalley

Fresh joint fire the Zippo

Took one long inhale then cracked my window

Cranking that Hard Knock Intro

I was dreaming like Bleek for that new Porsche turbo

Shit I’m trying to come up on ya’ll

Get one up on ya’ll

And when ya’ll run up best beleive I’m gon' brawl

I die about mines don’t let disrespect be your cause

From the bottom I clawed to 100K in my drawer

Covered by Stan’s socks, jubilee band watch

Stuntin' cause I can’t stop

Doin' niggas dirty like I was playing in the sand box

Pop, knot, swing Daytons out the chop shop

Drop top, 2 girls with me

One brunette, one got a blond top

I’m beating up the block like a midwest gangster

Chucking deuces to the haters

Saluting my foes twisting fingers

Thug niggas to the ankles

Tell a friend simp

Won’t change for no paper

This the culture that I came with

OOh this the life I relied on

These sides got lines

(?) and chrome on wheels

Hoppers on my dick cause a nigga so chill

For real

Smoking trees grabbin' pine

These sides got lines

Pull' up on niggas with my hand on my gun

Slidin' through the city candy Ford thirty-one

Coming of age fresh out my adolescence

It was all won, suitcase, mics on

Three finger ring, I had the name John

I was flexin' on the city that’s how my name rung

Doc and Donny, a few niggas I got game from

Young theives I was a savage in the streets

Respected by many, hated by least

Cars was never leased

Kept chrome in the seats

Rule number one when you playing in these streets

Stick by that code or get laid under sheets

I was draped in diamonds

Gold laying on my teeth

Weed in my leaf

Blowing big like a chief

Posted on (?) with wig splitters next to me

Gravediggers in the flesh, made money off the steps

Traphouse behind the fence

All Chevrolets (?)

I came from nothing

So its nothing on me to floss these whips

Laugh at a hater

How you think I was supposed to leave