tired of homies dyigng im trying to stay in my lane no time to be brave gots to behave might c a earlygrave grip the gun i feel the shape, yes in my hand not on my waist bitter sweet i dont like the taste couple rounds now cant feel my face bust you down now im feelireat dont act confused you so damn fake leave you black and blue that what life will do you scrambled up like a rubic cube look at wat carma has done