yeah gang making it on a hill feeling strange not un hell feel the same shit feel your pain with the gang we started on a corner make it better i've been writing to m'y mum she like m'y letters make it now,not later not a haiter,but creator yaeh make greater greater and greater look m strange? im from the trenches you know it that we can get,we can make it no rest we blow it till we get these millies real life not in series we living we kick it we take,we make it we live it we kick it we take it we make it two two three use make it not begging no playing i shot thé stars make it,more flexing,no resting Got my banger no fearing more babies and Bentley like Billy that's my real talk i'm popping freely they ain't believe it i can not trust take more cope with m'y choppa making no drama no carma,no marijuana in my saga take it like pasta not un lirvana