got two personas one for the streets and one thats not got one with love for the finer things in life and one with love for the beef and block I mean why not I came from the street served rocks i ran from the heat fuck cops when beef got hot i grabbed that glock and i let off shots but I dreamed of spots on the beach no rocks where i walk in the sand my feet no socks where ya mans dont scheme and plot for the vs on your watch with a ski mask on all the while I scheme and plot cause I eat a lot but I need a lot even good dogs bite when your feed em slop believe it or not I been through hell alone in the deepest part I dont seen a lot cried to god with a bleeding heart when my man got shot then the bleeding stopped cause his breathing stopped didnt need that part but thats what its like when the frenzy start when you be with sharks when that heat get sparked when a soul gets freed but didnt want a leave that spot when a boy so tuff he didnt want to leave that block when the beef got hot when the opps spin blocks and let off shots left em leaking parts but I also see myself in the keys on a private yacht where the bag i chased i got where a bad bitch aint a thot