text: Uh, yeah
  All my BK niggas, uh
  All my niggas on the corner
  Pull your macks out
  All my jail niggas, maxed out
  B.I.G. niggas
  Forever, nigga
  What, yo, yo, yo
  Nigga what, uh, my gun busts like phone numbers 
  Seven shots, tear the roof off you gold Hummer 
  My shit drop, its gon do movie numbers
  Blow Fish, Im gonna be hotter than the summer
  I got bread now, niggas wonder 
  Who Im writing for, who this nigga, faggot promoter?
  Im just smarter, I play my game like a hand of Poker
  Its a million in the stash, bitch, check the sofa 
  Its two mil in the closet, on the left of the loafers 
  When I come through, niggas P.Y.P. like soldiers 
  Im the type that hold dough like Tommy 
  Fuck a bitch like then tell her its over 
  Kicked her out my chromed out Rover
  I squeeze gats outta sonovas, Cease takin over 
  From here to North Dakota, speed bump, chrome on the roller
  Like bears thats Polo, we come out when its colder
  Ey, yo 
  Feel the rough 
  Scandalous 
  The more weed smoke I puff 
  The more dangerous 
  Yo 
  Feel the rough 
  Scandalous 
  The more weed smoke I puff 
  The more dangerous 
  Cmon
  Feel the rough 
  Scandalous 
  The more weed smoke I puff 
  The more dangerous 
  Cmon
  Yo, feel the rough 
  Scandalous 
  The more weed smoke I puff 
  The more dangerous 
  What, Cris flow ever, nigga, you know what that mean 
  Cock and squeeze, dont talk, when I roll in the scene
  My man was yappin to this nigga, got caught up in between 
  That-a happen to any nigga that go against me 
  Do yall want beef or do yall want peace? 
  Yall dont really wanna see me take it to the streets 
  When we do, nigga, we get deeper than the sea 
  Bodies fell, floatin way out in Tennessee 
  Cant handle one, so why ask for ten of me? 
  And went up by the enemy, leave them a memory
  Just like Kennedy, from state-to-state, city-to-city
  There where the grimy and gritty once told by Frank Nitty
  Whats the dilly? Niggas still frontin Willy
  Actin like they ahead o the game
  Put the four-point-six in the Range 
  Itchy like wearin wool in the rain
  And keep it simple nigga, but with me, its just plain
  Like Eminems rhymes is rim, DJs keep spinnin them 
  If they aint down with the fam
  I aint really feelin them 
  Especially if they got something to say about Cease and them 
  So for now, with the and-one, thats how we greetin them
  Ey, yo 
  Feel the rough 
  Scandalous 
  The more weed smoke I puff 
  The more dangerous 
  Yo 
  Feel the rough 
  Scandalous 
  The more weed smoke I puff 
  The more dangerous 
  Cmon
  Feel the rough 
  Scandalous 
  The more weed smoke I puff 
  The more dangerous 
  Cmon
  Yo, feel the rough 
  Scandalous 
  The more weed smoke I puff 
  The more dangerous 
  I got a lot to gain, these cats playin and its not a game
  It is a game but I forgot you playin 
  Forgot your name, forgot your claim 
  But I remember when the bullets stopped your brain
  And like, got your chain
  Its plain simple, use your brain tissue 
  Or you could remain cripple, wishin they aint hit you 
  Not in official, yall niggas counterfeit
  Shot about seventeen natural, somethings bound to hit 
  Bounded with a team of shakers to see the paper
  Then blow like Anita Baker, if you need it, just make it
  If you need to wake up, holler
  I Kiss the Girls to make them holler, make them bounce
  Anything to make a dollar, yall understandin me 
  I just do it, I aint the one to plan it
  Just hide it under the table, shit, Im underhanded 
  Perfected the nine, perfected the line 
  Nasty, perfected with lime 
  Busted with paper, infected with rhyme
  Ey, yo 
  Feel the rough 
  Scandalous 
  The more weed smoke I puff 
  The more dangerous 
  Yo 
  Feel the rough 
  Scandalous 
  The more weed smoke I puff 
  The more dangerous 
  Cmon
  Feel the rough 
  Scandalous 
  The more weed smoke I puff 
  The more dangerous 
  Cmon
  Yo, feel the rough 
  Scandalous 
  The more weed smoke I puff 
  The more dangerous 
  Yo, yo, feel the rough, nigga
  Uh, Flipmode
  Uh, Brist, my niggy
  Garfield, Big Nash
  All my niggas thuggin it
  Feel the rough, nigga
  Uh, D-Roc
  Yeah, are you gon feel this nigga?
  Told you, dont stop now