Lights, Camera, Packin'

(Yea we back! .its a 2 G thing boy.
. it dont stop i feel better then ever my car go up
and down, my shoes 1400, who want it?)
Uh I raps like crack, my lacks nike black,
my straps right here, dont get your ass clapped,
wheels on the chair, a crippled ass back you see the
clouds in the sky, i put you past that
Im drunk and im blunted', my G 900,
my green 550, name it i done it,
Im coller than a fridge, my jeweler’s on his Biz,
Bandana bid, bitches drooling on the kid,
Im south jamaica bred, on a paper bed,
you put niggas to sleep my lines wake the dead, my women dont argue