Yeah, I got the game on ball and chain,
I threw the key in the drain, I'm like a key in the drawer,
I spent the G on these frames but my vision is priceless,
Seein' through you niggas like a f***' psychic,
Hearin' through the grapevine niggas wanna hate mine,
Say my name and die in the daytime,
You catch my drift man you better be Pathon,
Boy the heat's on, they makin' peace bonds,
I'm in this b**** throwin' up the seventeen sign,
Straight frowns no daps, strapped three times,
That TEC-11 AK-47 one Beretta ready for whatever tell them pussy niggas come together.