the day is now and the day is here, how many times sucka on the streets clamin to surf the turf, actin like he gangsta,man you aint a gangster, a real g gives out to his community, helps people in need, the fake ones are the ones who think sackin,macin,packin the mac up makes you cool, you a fool who be drooling on the verses, bitch I get bumpy, while stand there lookin funky, man I got a bunch of verses, the method of g's is invisible, to the fake gangsters let me end your whole career, bitch you aint a gangster, your whats called a slangster you know what they snitches that get no motha fuckin bitches but in my case snitches get stiches then they get burried in ditches. son of a bitches, throwing up signs like you a gangsta, when youse a hard time slangsta, I ant clamin to be one, im just spreading awareness, the only ones who hop on the tracks, were the real ones, now and days anyone could rap, they be acting tough on camera not givin a fuck, pull up to his house now he beggin for mercy, put the double shotty to that motha fuckers, were will society be going, yeah they be clamin and blamin just waiting for easy way, bitch in this world they aint a thing called easy, man this shit goes in my Vania my father's movin to pennyslvania he said the same thing about a san antonio trap, now I make rap, hope in the future my work will triumph,