LET THE HATERS EAT SHIT

They said we'd never do it. We'd never last a day on the Creek. They called us jerks and spit on our packs. Said the Steeps were too steep. But we showed 'em. Showed 'em all, goddamnit.

"What do they doin?"

"Hatin' on us. . . But they never cross. Cash Money still a company and bitch I'm the boss."