i cant be judge for something i ain't tried to do that gone be appreciated in the end were do i begin to win were do i find myself on the verge to commiting a sin but that seems to happen every day tryin to infringe on our right of free state it cant get no worse i know my flow aint no curse but am i the one who deserve to be able to spit my next verse sn are u sure im gone make it on the next playlist either way i dont give a fuck cause im feeling stuck do the same thing ive always doing workin first shift then im chillin an spilliing out my feeling but haven to be dealing with all the bullshit that seem to surround like having speakers all around me aint no need to know the way i bleed tears feeling like this shit weird but being feared is nothing to be nervous about what im sayin it sounds clear enough to have mixing a nastering what cant be everlasting taking my next beat an abstract my next track so it can get the platinum placks all i can do is wamto see react for a platnum plasgue i stay with my gun racked this shit might be whack but ill bet ya its gone get stacks an more stack thats just facts its gone be the main atraction that u hear is gone lasting mess around in the wrong hood somebody gone be blasting taking yo shit u got and grasping an now u missing things when ya come too realize ya been knocked out un continuos and un responsive idk what u mean i d don't have no involvement cause my shells revovlve in the cylinder still smoking an turning get shot u know that shit be burning but they try to give u a warning not to derespecting coming around flexing u gone get got and prolly shot no hhollow point straight slug coming from a thug that was paid off waiting for ya to round off how time ya been shot or did forgot what type of ammo hit ya in the head with a skull split ya cant nobody stitch ya cause its ended with a life that got took for granted