On my own

Deezy deezy im the man

In a old school chevy beating like a band

On my way to the west picking up some bands

Got to wash this money where the laundromat

Had to flip this dough like a acrobat Get popped put you in a box crackerjack

Shake em up nigga roll the dice off the wall

In the trenches at the club this shit wall to wall

Shout my east side niggas treat me like they own

Good in every hood put that on my soul

I done spent bands on thousand grams of gold

And I got it off the grams thousands pound of boes

And if it don't move then my switch gon spaz