 I start with selling hard drugs to Caucasians, four cases, now we high, double R's racing. I came up, they all thought it was voodoo from the Haitians. Nod greatness, guard the top lonely, but it ain't spacious. The comp all washed up with beat out faces. Just for me to prosper, I had to take risks. My off-white dunks got the crisscross laces. I push a spaceship all through the New York matrix. For good kids, catch bids and turn incarcerated scar faces.