struggling the through street grippin on my heat opps after me word on the streat say they want me dead we'll just have to see im a different breed fuck what they said clutching on the heat even when i sleep long live the king days turn to weeks guess they left the street or they see a beast reapers gonna reap angels gonna sing ill be doing me while i do my thing mobbing on the block standing in the rain exotic cars and diamond chains we never had a thing got it out the mud and its never been the same stay true to the game but never play the same struggled thru the street turned into beast running from police always catching me lock me in a cage shackles on my feat chained to my wrist not enough to eat let me see the judge ill take a plea in due time let me free then its back on the street clicking with the mob counting comas yelling fuck the law and dont forget the opps