I know I can't afford to stop for one moment That it's too soon, too far- Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it makes surround sounds Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down Putting rap on my back, and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns I done came back around like a nigga sellin' crack in pounds I got a bag now, but it's nothing to brag 'bout Gun blast in the background, I'm a black man with the bloodhounds.