Da streetz be reality
Da streetz be war
Dis shit iz real its not softcore
Us niggaz be rappin
And spittin ta get out for
So we live a life as a metahpor
I choose uh what i do
To get out i don' even gotta clue
Fo now i be stuck in da blue
Like it waz sum crazy ass supa glue
I bin rappin not so long
Buh ya nah mean i be gettin dat shit strong
I gotta get use to it
N da streetz alwayz beat me to it
I ono i aint gotta clue how to do it
Itz like a ball i threw it
Now ima be a snitch and sue it haha
But da streetz colder den dimmed ice
N shit aint so nice
Make my doh' get a foo foo a gat eleven n 2 mo
Show da hoe who be the man
I am higher then 100 hundread grand
Gunz are my only muscles compared to hella lots
Buh diz shit how i was born up to
Now im fuccd up lotz
Stuck with guns n glocks now im stuck on shocks
When nigga talk
I get a gun and walk
Nah mean..


I just chew it up and spill it out and threw it