Foot and hand on the gates
We was jumping, oh f**k, I'm like quicksand in my ways
Was always stuck and I'm stuck until an ambulance came
The first time I changed fast through Los Angeles lanes
And my bitch say the spliff take the soul from me
And the clique tight-knit, it's like the 'lo rugby

Beat the f**kin beat up like it stole from me
You can talk to Clancy you need a feature, or quote from me
I'm off the lancy, I reek of reefer and show money
It's Early running with ni**as, who cold running shit
The wins like lotion, he get it he go rub 'em in
Critics pretend to get it and bitches just don't f**k with him
I spent the day drinking and missing my grandmother

Just grab a glass and pour up some cold white wine
And a Colt 45 in it, you know how I get it
I'm toasted myself and a toast to all my ni**as
And there ain't no time limit, I'm toasted as hell
And I gotta jot it quick cause I can't focus so well

And now, a formal introduction