Gas Pack* Pi'erre Bourne

[Chorus]
Yeah, pass that (wait)
Rollin' up, yeah all that good, gas pack (wait)
Growin' up, yeah up in my hood, lookin' back (hey)
Shit taught me what was good
And what was bad
Free Jack, from the hood, yeah, he's supposed be on the path (wait)
Free my nigga JJ, on the hood he beat your ass (wait)
Rest in peace my nigga Jay P and that's facts, yeah
I was always in my momma's house, in the hood kickin' back
God got me, I got this shit on lock
Birds eye view, see they all gon' flock
Ballin' 'round the world, but I am no jock (okay)
Rollie, watch the clock, we invest in stock

[Verse]
(Damn)
It's lit, yeah
Me, I'm, neon, freon, I'm cool as shit
Y'all niggas like peons, they like a bitch
You know I keep flee' on, y'all niggas itch
Mighty Morphin Ranger, iced out my wrist
You can't get in, hater, you by the fence
"I gotta get paper," like ink cartridge
She wanna fuck me later, let's get it in
She say she get sleepy, that bitch pretend
If you gon' count some sheep, I count my cheese
I do this for my family, in Belize (yeah)
I do this for my family, yeah, in Queens
Yeah, I do this for my family, in SC
Yeah, I fly around the globe, yeah, to see my family, damn
I got hella miles
We got hella thous
They copy my style
I'm your daddy now
Bitches meet the pen-