Drug dealing and drilling is just a part of my living Anytime one of mine dies ain’t no way I’m forgiving. My life is driven by anger. I’m keeping one in the chamber cause I’m a wanted gangbanger skeptic of any stranger. Dangerous since was a Shorty never experiencing glory. so packing heats mandatory while getting drunk off a 40. Never experiencing blessings Smoking that weed cause I’m stressing matter fact, this life‘s a bitch mark my words I’m confessing Im manifesting these rhymes regarding organized crime, which only lead to miserious until you finally die is there a heaven for us thugs after this fucked up life 357 with slugs is how I ride to survive. I had to brand me some teardrops because gangsters don’t cry I had to try suicide in lieu of sparring a life/ my life’s so fuckin cursed never experienced a wife I even asked the Almighty why he gave me this life I got demons inside the reason I let it ride I got rivals want peace but I got too much pride I got rivals come to court like bitches and testify. I got 45 reason why them bitches should die