text: Im in London with my slatts
  I aint see this comin when I was out there movin packs
  I was down bad on my ass, nigga, thats a fact
  Slam thirty slugs in that MAC, pray I make it back
  Im Al Pacino, Scarface, kilos in the walls in my trap
  Fuck nigga, shut your trap, fore we put you on the map
  Im up in Reno, at a casino, tryna stack all of these racks
  Lifes a race, we first place, all them opps, we overlapped
  I OD fore I relapse
  International Gunna, I been all across the map
  She love my persona, aint no cap in none of my raps
  Im in London, and these bitches lookin at me like Im the snack
  Slatt, slatt, all I yell is slatt
  We smokin all these cookies, go order another batch
  Thеse lil pussies some rookiеs, aint nobody can match
  Dont throw no money in Tootsies, I dont know how to act
  We wantin a rematch, my slime aint givin it back
  You play, we gonna attack, its best for you to relax
  If Thugger give me the word, man, I swear you gonna get wacked
  Im shootin like Julius Erving, you know your shit get splat
  Splat, splat, know your shit get splat
  Free my brother in prison, I just bought him another Jag
  We argue twenty-four hours, aint no need for you to be mad
  Its rainin bullets like shower, aint no goin outside
  Im in London with my slatts
  I aint see this comin when I was out there movin packs
  I was down bad on my ass, nigga, thats a fact
  Slam thirty slugs in that MAC, pray I make it back
  Im Al Pacino, Scarface, kilos in the walls in my trap
  Fuck nigga, shut your trap, fore we put you on the map
  Im up in Reno, at a casino, tryna stack all of these racks
  Lifes a race, we first place, all them opps we overlapped
  Yeah, cash never runnin out, time to bring the tommies out
  Pills make my tummy shout, used to sell them by the playground
  I aint with the fuck around, baby, I dont fuck around
  .50 Cal hit his brow, I let off a couple rounds
  Look at me now like Chris Brown, sold-out shows, jump in the crowd
  Love my girl, she hold me down, I love my forty, it be holdin me down
  Percocet, it controllin me now, I take a couple of thirties, then wild
  Do it cause my dad was wild, far from a pastor child
  Rockin the Owens, yeah, that was Rick, you see all this shit I did
  Not just cause I imagined it, actually worked for it
  Now Im up in London, yeah, chillin on the Forbes
  Pills in my stomach, yeah
  Aint no lil boy, I aint scared of nothin
  So, Im at your head like concussion
  Me and Gunna finna wet up the function
  Smoke a nigga like a pack of Runtz
  Percocets got me like a zombie, I need a Pack-a-Punch
  Uh, watch me roadrun, leavin these niggas in the dust
  Im in London with my slatts
  I aint see this comin when I was out there movin packs
  I was down bad on my ass, nigga, thats a fact
  Slam thirty slugs in that MAC, pray I make it back
  Im Al Pacino, Scarface, kilos in the walls in my trap
  Fuck nigga, shut your trap, fore we put you on the map
  Im up in Reno, at a casino, tryna stack all of these racks
  Lifes a race, we first place, all them opps we overlapped