troubles from bangin tryna stay low from da grim reaper .wit my 30 sk.. tho im dis real of a young G its stil gangstas out here dat wana kill me... tryna escape da chain gang n stay down wit da gang gunning through the streets wit my young killas... tryna see da sunrise aint gon b easy wit all dese bright lights trappers misery sirens screaming like demons coopas in helicopters searching for a murderers infared beam scoped out da opp n left him stretch out n drinched ... what yall thought i was bitchn when i say i a wax dat bitch n leave him wet i aint to b fucked wit say what the fuck u gotta say at to did Pump cwhen i up to yo face close range blow ya head clear out yo skull n leave buddy brain splatter over my white T what grewsome scene...smoking dead opps in dis kush tryna catch a vibe disturbed by dis he say she say shit i been tryna fade it wit my banga i let i blow dat bitch keep talking.... stay focused n stay true to da game to da dope gave i my heart n soul to satan just to help me thru movin boulders smokin weed tryna cooe wit life being a dope boy born into a crack trap....trapin til da day i die ... i pray to God i find the will of survival thru the Holy Scriptures of Jesus Christ before i burn in hell by the wrath of God