need dollar bills an more amo for the steal gangster an thugs ain't considered but trash so no free meals pop that blue pill so 4 real hoes on my dick just leave it to beav drunk as fuck rolling chronic leafs what you think I'm a bonfire hustler in the first degree haters on my back wanna murder me LiL Rex G fool ain't never hear of me straight out The gate I done sealed my fate hustling so hard like I'm pushing weight should be feeling Great but in my heart I wanna go straight before it's too late but in this game of chess I already reached mate should be so much love in my corner but all I feel is hate more shit up on my plate running from the reaper to avoid heaven's gate knowing I wouldn't be good enough to grasp the clasp breaking comments like glass only heat I ever felt was Satan's flames on my ass under so much stress please God put my soul to rest even though I know the wage of sin is death wondering why shit's a mess when I felled every test but still blessed