trying not to crash my eyes on the road im trying. not to crash. i got hold of the ranes and now we moving fast. they say that life fun baby when you do the dash put a ring on ya finger married to the mobb its a circle full of bosses in my enterouge. boy ya bitch stay on my dicc its hard to get her off. they complain about the shit what they cant get off we a take them bitch then go head hand em off ive been on my grind so much i wipe my ass with hunneds its a whole bunch . of real ones in. only moving forward i can only see smile on my brothers face. tiny locc we miss you family life wont be tha same. ya boy shed plenty tears when they said you passed. my ridah and my commrade through this wicked land my soldier held a down. even till his very end. my nigga new i was a beast and i was built to win and for my locc im going in and aint chancing a thang. and give these niggas pain. if thats all that they bring. empty hand to pot lucks. so that mean you aint eating. disrespect a kings table. fucced up is how your leaven. bitch im forever up. so know we could never be even.