I walk around this bitch like i own it, your bitch yeah im on it, some say im honest, others say im onry, i really dont give a fuck naw that is not me, i do what i want because i aint no pussy, im moving the bag from El Paso to Houston, then headed up north to the D where i lose it, And when i say lose it that just means im dropping it, yall thought 12 got it but naw they aint stoppin this, im coming threw steady just like santa is, only my bags got large shards and its held by my stripper bitch. I've been out here since day one doing my own thing, Most people generally hate me cuz to this lifestyle they cannot pertain, I get it though y'all ain't even gotta try to explain, I'm just trying to paint a picture of what's going on inside of my brain, When I was 18 my only income came from hittin licks, Never thought about the consequences only about coming up quick, It worked out well I had a 4 bedroom house with a jacuzzi inside of it, Till I got to comfortable and went on a mission way to lit, next thing I know task force is coming through my door with a paper that says mother fuckin search warrant, Oh and by the way my name's Chad Jones, I'm the one and only, it's impossible for there to be any type clones, I got the mob out here deep like a yard full of garden gnomes, There used to be a time when I was only known for Robbin homes, But that's all back in the mother fuckin past, Back before I knew what it was to actually get the mother fuckin bag, Back before I got put away for 7 flat, Back before I knew most of my homies would turn into rats, Now I'm back out here steadily doing my thing, Fuck what it is that any of y'all are thinking or saying, I get it I'm funny let's laugh at this lame, But day in and day out im the one that gets to entertain, And the one thing I know that I will always sustain, Is that no one can say I'm fake and that shit right there will never change. Sometimes I overanalyze to much and get ahead of myself and for that I apologize to you and everyone, I be overthinking every situation in my mind, and cuz of that it's got my life on a constant rewind, Don't know what it is but I'd say serving time, I damn near served a decade before I turned 29, and I aint proud of that but there's no point in lying, obviously thats the largest factor on why im a little behind, honesty these days is few and far between, I'd rather keep it 100 than make it seem like I'm living some dream, Im out here living on the streets like what the fuck do you mean, why portray image like I'm cooped up in a mansion fuckin on some queen, On some real shit since I've been out the penetintiary I still ain't got laid, I don't see the point in trying if I ain't steadily getting paid, the fuck can i bring to the table my personal issues and a little spare change, but that's on me I'm the only one to blame, I'm trying to get it together and quit giving into my rage, its really only my fault that my lifes in a daze, I'm sorry everyone I'm really trying to change my ways, A little constructive criticism can't hurt and it might actually teach me some life altering plays,