Still Awaiting i told ya before imma tell you again, bitch i don't need any friends , all that time i spent in the pen never seemed it would end, but im back on the streets now im back on the block, bagging up product opps, doing my thing steady swerving the cops, i stay chasing bags but won't ever chase thots, not on my life that ain't in my blood, fuxk i look like trying to fuck on a slub i don't gotta front or try and act tough, im not one you could ever treat like a punk, right from the jump i turned up to the max, showed my city i was more than prepared to carry them on my back, i used to serve packs out the trap and do dirt, to put food on my plate and buys new shoes and some shirts, now that i rap i give cats a different kind of work, with one foot in my grave i realized why it was called