pent up rage inside of me keeps these demons on the side of me thats the way im livin how its been since day one dont tempt me to stay around you dont want what im givin bad vibes living only little half lives see the real meaning in my eyes caught up in my lies keep you feigning for the prize your disguise cant stop a mutha fucka on the rise everything cant be bought with ice everything is my own vice not everyday do i listen to my own advice every time another buys everytime my mother cries i feel like I'm down to size even though im always down to ride this way of life got me trippin never realized how im livin gotta toe the line cuz im slippin cash out just throw the money in the bag now pockets so full ima sag now rollin down the block wit my rag out if you got a problem b**** then act out if you wanna know you should ask how making money in sactown livin the life of a sad clown layin nothin but the mack down if you the ops youll get packed out if you call the cops its a smackdown beat yo ass up and back down tryna keep what ive been givin hard to teach what im spittin i got the weight that be hittin drop me a line and im dippin you mutha fuckas wanna bury me you fuckin bustas dont look scary to me ima hustla bitch tell me what does that mean you know you cant trusta bitch they loose at the seams moving weight since i was only 17 mother fuckas hate me cuz im doin it clean making all the money you can make in your dreams told you ima hustla and i dont need no team this life is obscene you better believe come through with that beat leave yo ass mercd in the street