///In a Boston State of Mind..

Weed leaves, Tan tree's and top tens is how a Bean nigga gets it in...

Playin in the wind wit a gully grin-

either ya waves spinnin or ya locks hanin///

ya Filp ya weight..

n ya make ya cake.

If we bang like that,

then my niggas a God.

If his words is BS, than that niggas a fraud..

Livin everyday like the day is our last..

...Grindin to the top till we toastin our Glass.