Where I’m from death is always in the air homie Nanna love me so you know she say my prauers for me I come creepin’ through in the ‘hood wearin’ teflon Hit the corners muthafu*kas get left on Niggas know, if not they better check my background Try and stick me I fill ya back wit’ mac rounds Ask ‘Preme nigga 50 don’t back down I keep it funky like fiends in a crack house Cross the line boy I’mma air ya ass out Screw ya face at me I wan’ know what that’s ’bout Nigga I know you ain’t mad I done came up And if you are, fu*k you ’cause I ain’t change up The O.G.’s wanna talk but I don’t know these niggas And I ain’t did no business wit’ ‘em I don’t owe these niggas A minute of my time, I get it ’cause I grind All across the world like the globe’s mine, yeah!...