Combustion

uh.....
Smooth as the skin of the peach
Swoosh like the wind on the beach
i can't stop winning on these..
tracks i body with ease
so I gotta relax and let them get some cheese
cuz we got mad writers and young proteges
but they had their chance yet no one knows their name
everywhere I go it rains, money landing on my brain
like i'm thinking about it all day
I'm doing it the big way yall niggas do it the small way
came a long way from shooting dice in the hallways
When the cops came would stop turn around and run back to the hood
cuz where im from we dont respect boys in blue and we aint bloods
We cause floods, and kill dirty niggas call it a puddle of mudd
I'm so sneaky my stampede cause rubble to crack like water do wood
it's too bad yall suck and i happen to be good
I'm so exlcusive they waiting for me to come like JadaFire at the end of the scene