when i was just 11 yrs old they asked me what i wana b when i grow up .... muh fukn drug dealer.... a muh fukn thug nigga... like my cousin n my brother... all dream i ever had to b a gangster rapper... a soldier like my daddy.... a wise man like my poppa... n a saint like grammy... a lion like my momma... only my courage for evil... times a good man become a demon roar like a lion savage heart ....drum.roll hear da thunder n da sky... make it rain on dem hoes ...leave dem hoes dripping wet ... when thugs cry... lost my crew to da chain gang... times thugs getlonely too... walking alone thru dese city streets wit my ks6....n i dont need a friend... just this hennesy to keep my heart warm n this cold world n my cold brew to soothe my sorrow ... n laced my hemp wit hash just to mellow out my high from smoking all dis cereal milk.... just to soothe the pain of my struggles from my short comings n dead ends in life i made a detour n lost my way.... n became a drug dealer totin guns....i luv my 23 adore my baby 26.... da 23 bulled him down like mj 23 slammed him down to da ground ...dem big 40s took his life... i aint.... no allibi