They say I got no time to waste everybody up in my face telling me to get the paper but get mad when I paper chase, Every body trying to set me up,pointing the finger hoping I catch a case, some pray on my demise and hope I catch some hot ones to the face, my shoes is lace and Im holding ground, till they put me up in the ground im trying get this paper for my kidd before them devils come back around and put my ass in a cage or before I get gunned down and make the six oclock news and news papers front page,Im sorry moma and forgive for my mistakes tell god Ive been praying,but I guess he tired of hearing everything I been saying, but I dont blame um tho The devils wants my soul tell god im ready go come and get before a mother fucka lose control