Yo holla at a playa
I'm tyrna stack cream
Through pipe dreams
And it seems
Fools wanna keep
Me down drown
But I keep my
Head high in the sky
**** why?
They gotta problem
I got 17 shots
That'll make ya
Hearbeat stop now drop
Off in yo casket
I be raps gasket
Holding on strong
**** life still
With the same song
Ain't nothing wrong
With building
But it seems
All I have around
Me is villians subconsciously chillin'
Wait until the grave yards drilllin'
My casket
But til then I mastered
This street game
From reading
Its knowledge to the brain
Mayne
I wanna help you too
But it seems they
All out to smoke you
Like the new joint
But **** that tote the gat
Tried to keep it real
But you ain't wanna holla


Lovin' this life
Of sin
Sips of gin
To block memories
Weighing in
Childhood was all bad
No dad So we had
To lick up the street fad
Drugs pimps hos
And hustlers
Corner block drunks
**** reality hit me
With a funk
Hard to block the smell
When all the ******* sails
Into your direction
No longer dumb or succumb
To the madness
Brought my own rules
Shortin' yo fuse as I cruise
On beats like Dangelo
Not ya modern day fellow
A ***** a grew
And many brothers to sister's
Can't vouch
My ghetto blues sad news
Fillin' up in every way
I try to make a better way
But critics always
Got dumb **** to say
My words is prey
Cuz they know I'll burn
Em
Once I find em
Yeah true **** live forever
In this stormy weather
I'll endeavor however
I'm too clever
Let the seasoned angles
Guide me no longer
Prison trapped
Since I got my wings on a rap