my beats are neat, like when i come off drugs, i tweek my Names Jg7, let's get victory from this beat, keeping our bars neat. That's how I like my henny no rocks, just neat keep it reet Jg7 got paid today now I'm trying to keep my deamons at bay only when I'm in the studio they seem to go away and fall, mayby, it's the acoustic walls and all the drugs I take. I fall now my head is about to fall, but I'm awake hit the wall . I'm a lost cause even if God knows because I'm the seed the big man sowed. I'm no gangster but I'm constantly owed, not owned by the system. My hand of cards, I will not fold ill drop my deck and beat them like a wizard that only Harry can know smoking my green drinking my lean sipinn on this purple rain nobody forced it down my troath I've only myself to blame yeah I'm the game and the deamon is the soldier he's always on my shoulder keeping his composure but he's getting closer to his enclosure this is the end of the rhyme but my story isn't over!!! yeah Jg7