[Intro: Baby Ranks]
La quiere conocer...
Con su forma de actuar...

[Verse: Night Lovell]
On the backside of the flip, never see
Never see me on the other side, I'm always green
Saying that I'm just a fucking layout
Sense me when I breakout
Catch me at the steakhouse, n***a, catch me at your bitch house
I'm always watching from the distance like a fuckin' cobra
My head snap back, snap back to my shoulder
N***a saying that you wanna, that bitch straight from Rwanda
You still too dumb to see that I done broke the Magna Carta
Tiptoe n***a, climb slow n***a
You never ready can't you see that fucking snow n***a
Below zero n***a, you ain't no hero n***a
Claimin' that you painted pictures
Truth be told, you get no bitches
Shit, I say I only tell the truth
You stay away from statements, pussy stay up in that booth
Thinking 'bout that time you said you make it out this shit
I made it out this shit since I wasn't a fucking jit
Shit we coming out of fog, sleeping in that ozone, to the floor
Bitch leave before the night and come back for some more
Want some more, never show that I got that bitch for the dough
Then I go, in the back, of that motherfucking store
Seein' dead bodies laid out on the side of the grass
All I see is blood, right beside the broken glass
Never got no time to make it out the damn back
Goes to show that I won't ever wanna go back, n***a