pop that pistol fuck these niggas, im official like a whistle, stack my chips just like a pringle, turn a penny to a nickle, turn them singles to a double turn that double to a tripple, ima go getta got to go n get it , my life aint right i aint living rite, something in life just aint sitting right, i just wanna get thru another night, out here jugging i dont want this life , said that like my momma white ,im always breakin bread my dawgs all get a slice ,wen i did time remember eating soups nd rice,now im free from chains ,but got a chain my dymonds sharp like ice free all the homies free g nice ,all them years they gave my mans , they miles well have gave him life took his hope crushed his pride,4 in state 25 in feds ,deep inside my heart i wanna cry,hes behind the wall he didn't deserve thats a hella of sum time ,he didnt get a second chance never had got a fair trial,aint gotten no calls from em in a while,hooe hes ok not thinkin bout throwin in the towl,his wife left him nobody holdin da homie down ,his mind fuckin with him throughts gettin wild ,come around think bout it he been chaned sence a child ,he not normal citizens we robbing juggin goin wild,they took his chance at life its fucked up i sware its foul ,free g nice like right right now or give my niggas a fare trial ,im so certain my heart hurting,im not perfect niggas lerkin tryin ketch me swerving sippin henny my words slering on the mic im hot im burning cant let niggas earth me ,them 3 bullet wounds aint hurt me,god said it wont my time, makin music gotta be my purpose,i just woke from my dream the birds is churpin in the studio watch how im workin fuck a 9 to 5 never catch working ima make i sware god just waiting to the curtin opens resting till they bring bak kobe im gone