When it comes to the end,
You'll see who's ya real friends,
After stocks of dividends,
At the end of the road, boy to men, conquered my sins,
Sick of living, only death is the realist, cuz life aint feelin' this,
Welcome my enemies,
Cuz i need the company, even though you go away lonely,
Yall cant hold me,
Man of steel, but ya cant seize me, with kryptonite,
Tonight's the night, get the thoughts right,
Til i see clear of my sight,
These demons is real, not even these trolls could reveal,
The fake views, quick to bash you, since you feeln' jumpy,
Let me blast you,
Now you, feelin' the same way i do, i stay true to the crew,
Not talkin' gangs, im speakin' another language,
Its a cultural thang,


I done seen the toughest,
Ger snuffed,
Coughed up they bluff, i make it rough enough,
Now the limits, avoid the plymoths,  im on my Malcolm ****,
Aks by the window sprays,
If you got the grit,
Ill leave a hole in ya soul,
Or imprint another ***,
Thats splits, its doomsday we stay blood thirsty, curse me,
Since i walked this earth,
Cant ease the girth, of pain,
Leechin into my brain,
We aint in the same gang, but we in the same gang,
We all bleed blood, red til ya dead, and wake up on a coffin bed,
I aint scared to die,
I seen many visions thats why,
The hardest muthaphukkas, be the first to cry,
Settin' off sparks, like the fourth of July, so why lie,
To ya self, im tryna save ya wealth,
But most dont know they own steps,
Play the corners, close like hustlers, bird eyes view, like the feds takin" a peek at you,