i was born in da gutta i was raised by streets/ glock 17 it'll cook any beef u better step light when you walk on des streets/ I got goats out here nigga they'll stomp u to sleep R.I.P NIGGA DATS FOR MY DECEASED R.I.P NIGGA DATS FOR THA DECEASED / U better step light when you walk on des streets R.I.P NIGGA DATS FOR THA DECEASED I was born in da field im a war baby nigga/ come around here pussy you gone getl ya issue/ I been stepping in da streets all alone my nigga every since i stood 2feet tall my nigga/ These mountains getting steeper every step dat i take/ And life getting shorter every moment i wake/ I pray TO ALLAH HE FORGIVE MY MISTAKES I PRAY TO ALLAH HOPE HE OPEN DA GATES/ imma big goat nigga listen how it sound when i stomp my nigga/ i aint playing wit u niggas/ I'll land one u niggas if i ever catch you round my family nigga/ u pop off we pop off but we dont up leave yo ass slumped over layed by da dump/ R.I.P FOR MY DECEASED MY NIGGA/ R.I.P FOR MY DECEASED MY NIGGA