I where these shades on my face, so u can't see the pain in my eyes, feel lik I'm a disgrace, Look lik the devil in disguise, Don't care what people think, only care bout my family, Spend a whole day fixing a sink, did it happily, Don't really think that cha understand me, Gave up playing hoes, but still a P.I.M.P. Playa In Management Position, yeah that's me, And here's a story bout a bro dude named Gary, He was sitting at a park up on DuPont street, North merrda-app, yeah back in the 90z, He was catching touchdown passes, running down the block, Going where Eva he wishes, and neva getting shot, Why's white boy get a pass, ur Azz may ask, Cause he ain't white trash, his azz, got class, He's got morals, and lawz... what most forgot, At ya funeral, made him draw, now ur azz got got, got that natural, in a raw, sorry 12 I didn't see, Unnatural, wit a saw? I'm so glad it wasn't me, Don't say no names, that's the name of the game, hustling pure propane, gotta eat, not for fame, Ain't from merda-allyz, stay tame, or you'll be lame, Everybody on my block got fire... Yeah flame!!!