On the daily leave the house paper all I think about all my life I been in the struggle I’m just tryna make it out get a pack to flip and hit the streets keep stepping never miss a beat pistol always within reach ready for my enemies started rapping I’ll be a legend the people gon remember me I’m gods gift to ghetto and I’m a living miracle got plenty of material lyrical I’m mental physical and spiritual if u talking and it’s not about the money I’m not hearing you if you talking profit we can have a conversation I speak that almighty dolla language shout out to all the playas that which is solid never breaks Fuck the detectives never help them investigate or solve a case silent when interrogated on my soul on everything I’ll never change everybody shout they real talk bout how they wit the shit when they get arrested they so quick to flip Getting on the stand witnessing didn’t care about the consequences of the crime when you committed it so if you snitch to get out your prison sentence you’re a little bitch say you told cuz u take care of your bitch and kids that excuse is ignorant shouldn’t have did the shit you did miss me wit that silly shit no matter what price I gotta pay I’m standing wit the men in the streets or in the penitentiary if You know my name you better never mention it I load and aim the blower bang explode your face there go your brains you play you get blown away