The Kosmos Pt. 4 - Moon Probe - The Alchemist, Big Twinz

Time’s flying and I’m 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

I’m a thug for life and I won’t stop

What up, ops?

You holding down north click

Gotta guy Sactown getting more rich

Life’s a bitch but I’m a fucking raw dog

When it comes to beef I’m going overboard

I got grenades, shotguns and two nines

The world is mine, that’s 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

I’m not proud about it, dun, I need a cash