You can’t fuck with me people, coz I’mma drug dealer
Whatever you say, whatever you think of me, it can’t be realer
Silly biyatch hommies been thinking, that I might turn wrong
Hong Kong, Moscow, exporting drugs, coke from home
So, you blamin that shit on me, I been poisonin whole yo family
Yes that’s me, passing with tonnes of heroin thru check-in
I’m happy, got some cash, that’s my profit over someone’s coffin
Lovin it, no more rappin, no more hoping, no more copin ( haha)
Get some connections in Afganistan that’s the first step forth
Transport a few vans full of crack, and still ain’t done even half
It’s rough, cheese down a cliff, a couple of mills, ain;t enough
Bribe bunch of top mother fuckers and I won’t get cuffed
Fair enough, police is in my pocket playing with my balls
My bank account is booming, hovering, keep receiving calls
Shows by me are given every Sunday morning, buy an extra ticket
Tickle a local beefs will clear up who’s a sickest ( haha)

Imma drug dealer……..etc

Yes I supply world with crack, coke and other type of shit
I’m notorious of selling good product that’s my kind of market
Yes that’s me who destroys people lives and employ new transporters
I should be focused, ain’t be noticed, listen to west-costerz
American rap influenced on me and I’ma rappin about what I’m doing
I ain’t student, and my ass is ruined, jumpin around like babuween
Talkin crazy that my people are dirty and can’t do shit
Some of ye people don’t know how AK spit, makin another hit
Your cities are built by hands of my home boys who are treated badly
Ya’ll became too fat just to move asses and ya’ll suffer rarely
What you know about digging your own tomb, haa nothing
What you know about being someone’s fun, haa nothing
I’m still runnin from my past, and I’m runnin really really fast
I’m repeating twice; just want you to remember this verse
Hearse that is made for haterz, black and white picture, very sad
There is a gap between me and you, just like between ret and cat