Transcription: I know it live, this hill, but shots at Big Ben like we got time to kill Niggas can't jail or I'm just too high to tell Put on my gasoline boots and walk through hell With nine generals, nine ninjas in your video Nine milli blows, send me ono with no cereal Man metaphysical, I speak for criminals Don't pay they bills on time and fuck with digital Never seen smoke a bag of evergreen, my score got a jones More heads for the summer ricks, Johnny in the dungeon Taking all bets, throw your ones in Scared money don't make money, throw your ones in That's words to John Mo, San Juan Puerto Rico On the ...
