text: 2 AM, howlin outside
  Lookin, but I cannot find
  Dont you fall asleep this time
  I been on a long way drive
  Only you can stand my mind
  Only you can fix inside
  So if I make it out tonight
  Lets make it a badass time
  Okay, I got it, copy
  20/20 but I cant see nobody
  One eye open, Illuminati
  This might be the verse that make em drop me
  Aint makin friends, we just makin hobbies 
  No, that wasnt my girl, that was just a hobby 
  Call up 50, tell em load up the lobby
  Elevator up, no need to find me, yeah, yeah
  X-ray vision, see through you niggas
  Newspaper stand, we press the issue 
  We aint sendin shots, we launchin missiles 
  Checkin Third Ward, Im goin mental
  Fuckin up my room, Ive been rackin up incidentals
  Cookin on a tune, Ive been cheffin up instrumentals
  Nothin else to do when youre ridin in the
  When you ridin in the, in the back of the back seat 
  Driver run the miles up like Im runnin a track meet 
  Gotta watch my back now, cause these niggas at me
  All black in a Benz when I pull up on ya
  They dont want to see me in the ends, in the ends
  Let me catch you creeping here past 10, in the ends
  From a tribe of check-a-hoe like Indian
  Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah 
  To them Im a big dick, a cheque and some laughter 
  I guess its all survival but please be careful, uh
  I gave up on the Bible long time ago, uh
  Oh, I hope it aint give up on me, I dont know, ha
  I came up in the town, they were murderin kids, hmm
  And dumped em in the creek up from where I live 
  Bodies, bodies, bodies sprinkled around 
  We runnin through the sprinkler lookin around
  Killer would show up with boxes of pizza, uh
  And said he had a label recruitin people 
  Put that on my grandma and everything, yeah
  My homie said he told em his name was Wayne
  It couldve been me or couldve been you too
  But what a memory, it may need interludes 
  Whats gon patch up my inner tube
  So I could pop a wheelie and walk it too
  Oh yeah, La Flame with the nappy fro now, yeah
  In the ends, Ima kick your door down, oh yeah
  We keep wildin out the Mo now, oh yeah
  Keep that 300 Z-Ro when I pull up on ya