[Verse 1: STS]
Tough as woodpecker lips
Got a handle on the game like a rubber grip
Driver license reads bad mother fucker, bitch
Around the way I'm better known as The Illustrious
Cooler than a cali night, underneath a philly sky
California chronic got me feeling like I'm really hot
They don't really know what I be rolling I could really [lie?]
Got the game down to a science nigga Bill Nye
[?] make me feel fly new [??]
All a dream like JUICY now the shit is in reach
White icing on the caddy red velvet on the seat
You may refer to me as sugar nigga shit ain't sweet
South side in my speech more specific to; 'peach'
From the seeds i have sewn I continue to reach
The bitter visit of struggle admit it taught me to hustle
Had to fit in where I fit in like a piece of the puzzle
Niggas in trouble

[Verse STS]
Gladiator like Russle, [aviator rent a duffle?]
Brown leather [white teeter?] jet setter in me
Trend setter the beat
So competitively
Show kill, dressed to kill like commander and chief
[Peep?] I live on my feet, never die on my knees
So when the reaper come and get me, bury me in my 3's
I be as busy as bees
My bitches thicker than thieves
And they don't speak much sounding like they right on my eaves
[??? shit]Flaunt shit, everybody want shit, where the fuck were niggas when I was grinding the gauntlet
Only my associates [???] and Montlick
Tippy in the studio with the booth haunted
Want this, dead or alive
Credit my guys' all respect due
Red in my eye part of the high
Shit I want to kick it with [nice?]
[?] p?] replies
I just want you to listen to this [and better?]
And ride

[Verse STS]
Chasing hives like a cracker from the valley chasing tives
Ain't no feeling like that feeling when you take them by surprise
I arrived [just a ???] I fell from the friendly skies
Taking shots at the [?] my niggas like friendly fire
Sick desire [for playing with???] [heavy fire vinyl???]
Shout outs go to my [?] and my suppliers
I admire the figures and the time it took to make this
Don Peiron and the weight in the bitches faces
[Aces?] Shots of Patron like I'm in my zone
Like I'm at home Atlanta
[?] and Jessie Tanner; Bad Santa
Three hoes with my pardon my manners
Them lovely ladies hanging on to me like a bandana
They told what is good for the goose is good for the gander
Well bitches in my [celly???] [?] [planner?]
Wave to me, hey to me baby like a banner
[Try?] [???] flashin' cameras