Bacc to bacc, hits be consecuttive
came in tha game incorporated, Executive
flow
professional goals
pistol in my poccet, protectin my dough
anything go awry homies callin mi cellular phone
lettin me know tha bizness
they prolly say change the subject
from hood shit and grindin, but i'm subject
to this in my environment
sometimes feelin trapped inside this shit
hood so dark, got a nicca like where the light done went
i'm just releasin my mind in this unapologetic
never regrettin things of my past type of poetic
sonnets
while gone offa chronic
chasin the bread and butter, brand Blue Bonnet
jus to blow my money on exotic
patrollin the hood in the SAAB ridin
like i got cash but who got tha haze hybrid
excuse me if you think i got off topic
as soon as it comes to mind i drop it
PROBLEM??
I'm complex, an equation wit no solution
me a bitch??? thats like me wit no lung pollution
but fucc it, a nicca tired of typin
now its time to hit the stoop and get to this blacc i'm hypin!!