Now for all yall who aint heard of me, Mr.
Moe, the barre baby, I'm a southside living legend, a 3rd ward, cold hearted street veteran.
It all started in 93, high school I was only 18 with the dreams of becoming a ghetto star rollin the foreign cars through the streets of 3rd ward, It was hard but I was coming with the face of codeine with the promethazine have the codeine fiends.
And my team was the coldest everyday we roll thick, niggas and hos dont trip because the screwed up click.
Now the introduction has been made, time to get paid, time to to get laid time to ball and parlait time to smoke hay, time for sache shades, make my trunk wave.
Time to get sprayed, this is for my niggas in the cage, livin in the rage, see Moe turn the page, Put down the Yay, it's me my mic and the stage from the cradle to the grave.
See I keep a ball fade, stay clean, and no codiene and lemonade, I gotta stay paid.