[Verse 1 Big Twinz] Times flying and Im not getting younger The best days of my life is like 91 On the run as a juvenile living wild Profile on the hill with them cinder blocks Pitch game on point just like the White Sox Im a thug for life and I wont stop What up, ops? You holding down north click Gotta guy Sactown getting more rich Lifes a bitch but Im a fucking raw dog When it comes to beef Im going overboard I got grenades, shotguns and two nines The world is mine, thats how I feel inside Spit bars so I can get my rent paid You gotta love it, we higher than a jet plane Fly as fuck laced up in war gear QB tatted on me, we all here Sip beers, put fear in everyone I know I did shit that you never done Caught jux, robbed stores and all that Im not proud about it, dun, I need a cash
twinz, sactown, qb, jux, cinder