Me and my aint close, daddy ghost like most only for the riches when we broke that we all toast got an gang yesterday, my rhyme is just and play born in world, shit that ain't no special day just a reminder, you get to thirty you mother fucker the words of T Stuckey up on Put Stones(?) and YBI Mazaradi rig, why would I all die got a question your honour, whatever happened to shit death before decider? I'm on the tip why flipping flopper G don't even know what he charged, when did he cop a sloppily, shit game did change n*ggas caught with a little work and they start names I'm blaming fame, Benz's, bitches and in today's world y'all treat a snitch as a king switches my of income,win some, go far, in come all the n*ggas and didsome(?) lose one battle but lose the war my shoes is from walking dawgs I'm talking to y'all! while you're not involved, nodding along I've got to ask the church, shit, is God in the And to You Mr. Preacher is God in the don't even hear me n*ggas your just nodding along
I took this to gripe hear rhyme I write let me define my life
2 Bubba is the truth, the raps out of It's all steel like the gats I shoots backwards I from 86-88 where there's chambers remain with heavy weight so much around me drown me in this sin i've been since sucking on my mommas thin when is he stopping the world? God know It's all a to him, watching how hard we grow Death don't you when god say it sort of like that little in Broadway Our way, Plant workers on lines, stores healthcare, potholes we got deeper sores reaped with my man to kill Patrick Dexter is ain't it? I'm still at it I fill my with Mr. Man and Tone-Loc the lights burnt out in them grown folk my bone to this pen let me jot down and get this in when I'm I hope y'all respect me then let me jot down and get this in when I'm dead and gone I hope respect me then I'm