...little kid in the lungs of new York Just like a motherless son of a bitch Loaded on ephedrine looking for downers and coke Like a sun that just wouldn't set out on the horizon Singing and dancing to them nighttime songs I took a train and came up from Carolina I was looking...

...oor little kid in the lungs of new York Just like a motherless son of a bitch Loaded on ephedrine looking for downers and coke Like a sun that just wouldn't set out on the horizon Singing and dancing to them nighttime songs I took a train and came up from Carolina I was looking for somethi...

...g the totem til' he showed 'em, defiance, giant scrotum He don't owe them bitches shit, his bridges, he out wrote 'em He's so out cold, he's knocked out at the south pole and Nobody fucks with him, rigamortis and post-mortem He's dying of boredom, take your best rhymes, record 'em Then try to t...

...ee me ridin' through Atlanta in a Phantom wit' the double door Make these bitches wonder what he be in so much trouble for I'm touching folk, anytime they trying Grand Hustle folk I'm busting folk, what the fuck we arguing, fussin, cussin' for? You lucky hoe, couple of years ago I prolly cut you...