TRUMPETS

The trumpets blaring but we do not hear a sound

They love the kid ever since I hit the ground, okay

Ever since a youngin', I was moving pounds a plate

So pussy boy just shut up, get up, out my face

I don't want no pressure but I'm piped up in this bitch

Why you tryna flex on me, don't talk to me like this

I don't pay for pussy but that pussy paying shit

Everybody turn to hoes, you can't ever trust a bitch

I been gone all night long, we just gettin' started, ****

I can't fold, I can't fall for the guap, these hoes retarded, ****

Dance with the devil, now you can't go back

Get diamonds on the wrist, can still get smacked

Told gang hold it down, other **** get taxed

Return of the king, put the scene on the map

Feel like my homies been holdin' me back

Double S and we came to attack with a couple of TECHs and a couple of MACs

Whole circle full of pussies and rats

Pop me a Perky, I'm back on the task

Dippin and dodgin, I'm making deposits

That hoe just be callin', tell bitch to relax

Oh, wait, now I'm back to my old days

Now we back to the old days, pull up

Ice cold, like my first name was Oshea' and I'm wavy like ocean

Smokin' on potent, I'm feelin' important

South of the Strip, bitch, know we's in motion

You know we's in motion, aye

South, south, south, south