Who’s Houze Boosie Badazz

[Verse 1:]
Strolling through my hood
On my way to Atlantic
Thirty days from the grammys
Twenty five blocks from a grand understand
And I can feel it in the air but a nigga won’t panic
That’s when I got stop by the Head Park Cops
You sign with Boo now is you we rock
When the time comes we gonna take that shot
Put your hands on your head when the mixtape drop
We sended by, couple tapes for the crew
Where’s the dough, from the states we grew
Not the first pick try to touch my crew
Either do what you do
Or let the nigga slide through
At the top I got my interviews
Off the clock, I feel bad for you dude
40 K years and your kids need food
And a nigga like me got a neck full of jewels
So off the street I walk
I think about God and I believe he talks
I don’t wanna show off with the things I bought
It’s the dreams that cost, what you mean your boss
Looked up like yay, I made it to Time Square
The waves rock me here
Got the air with (unable to hear clearly the words in this line)