(K.M.G.)
Seems never, no hesitation for my frustration
I feel the years that i'm facin', so it's here money track, i'm lacin'
With that Gothic lifestyle that i'm used to, voodoo,
Bent back with a bag of gumby and the hindu.
Twelve playas, way, beyond control
Lookin' for two or three bustas that done sold they soul
See my name is K.M.G. (Whoop whoop), do ya know me?
I think ya lightweight like your see-through homies
Hold this, while I smoke this, make you focus on the pistol
