Imma do what I do best I'm a treasure my heart that's what I call the treasure chest it's cold but it's filled with gold watch before you approach it could get real Erie and the pot smokers bowls filled with irie watch the corners cuz the robbers plotin a robbery the fools taking the bribery they're all going to hell it depends what you want to do you could get lucky will you fall for anything beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder look but don't wonder curiosity killed the cat if you came from the dirt you're going right back so keep your game on track on stack or get clapped by 45 by one of these gangsters theres hood rats with a fat asses and bad intentions witches bitchs snitches there all bad for us all so make the right the right choices before you fall standing in the drowning pool sounds of the streets violence homies turn gangsta over time women turn to ridas friends become strangers lost souls in our family before life becomes cruel something changes our soul and friends family and life become changed playing dont seem like a game the game become the streets. streets become cruel and everyone needs to be cool and every test in life seems like a fight fighting for survival only the strong survive gota let go of them kid memories and get right have to become a man over night nothing any more seems right.