to dsmn hood i dont nesx no cridic ill light yo like the fourth in my civic then get of my card and stomp you down when i pivet i was born in the storm i had to live it life is such a gift of god till u give it hsrd when u get shot and die alone cause u werent born withit i stand my grounds i never quit it leace you siz feet dow.n in the ground ti be paciific ima killer with my ryhmes they to wicked ill chop you down to the ground an leave somthing to me job so she quit it she spread them nasty flaps and said come get it i phushed her on the bed stuck it in and said stick it then ran out with a hop out the windo like a cricker sped home witbout a ticket lifes about your journty an how u pick it everyound out. doing all that and the whip you gotta stand tall for your live and how you live it make sure to pray look up in the sky like he in it e