you faker then fiction and just a depiction im swerving these hataz thats all in my vision snakes in the gras but i peep with precision im no trustin no man i ain't trustin no hoe stick to the script cuz thats all that i know keep it one hundred na keep it on thow hated me then how you like me now middle finger up while i rock the crowd many people say hes gone hes wild hung the streets as a orphan child no mother no father no harm no foul raised by the street just a common folk kept it all G cracked a joke but look back and laugh in the clear of smoke..