"We're the generation that flash heat
Roll up on banks for their cash, see
You're the criminal? You got the nerve to ask me
Tear mic's til my voice gets raspy
Banks flame for five centuries, and if L.A. were Baghdad we'd be Iraqi
Wear straps in the backseat, next to a general tied up with ish in his Kahkis
Best leave my mic alone, i'm full grown, an i'm off to the green zone"