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 don't 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 Dallas where imma 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 steadily just like Santa is, only my bags got large shards and its bein held by my stripper bitch. And i been out here since day one doing my own fuckin thing, People tend to hate me cuz to my 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, Back when I was 18 I survived by hittin licks, Never thought about the consequences cuz money was coming in way to quick, Shit worked out pretty well I had a 4 bedroom house with a jacuzzi inside it, Till I got to comfortable and went on a mission way to lit, that sloppy shit had the task force coming through my door with a mother fuckin warrant, By the way im the one and only Chad Mother Fuckin Jones, not even possible to make another Chad Jones clones, Im with the Mob and we're deep like a yard full of garden gnomes, I remember 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 were gonna 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 lets laugh at this lame, But day in and day out im the one that gets to entertain, And the one thing I know that will always sustain, Is that not one of yall can say I'm fake and that shit right there will never change, Its time for me to move forward, im so sick and tired of looking over my shoulder, sketching people out cuz i got my hand on my holster, I prolly do look crazy popping up and dissapearing like some type of fuckin joker, Alot of the times I overanalyze and get ahead of myself, 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, Not sure what it is but I think from serving time, Damn near served a decade before I even turned 29, and I aint proud of that but there's no point in lying, Obviously that's the largest factor why in life I'm so far behind, Honesty these days is few and far between, I prefer to keep it 100 rather than make it seem like I'm living some dream, I live out here on the streets like what the fuck do you mean, I wont portray my image like I stay up in mansions daily fuckin some other dudes queen, On some real shit since I been out the Pen I still ain't got laid, Don't see the point in trying if I ain't steadily gettin paid, the fuck can i bring to the table my personal issues and a little spare change, For real though thats my dumbass fault I'm the only one to blame, I'm trying to get it together and quit giving into my rage, Cuz that shit don't help only puts my life further in a daze, Once again everyone I'm sorry I'm really trying to change my ways, some constructive criticism could help me make much needed life altering plays.