i came from the struggle foreal my momma was popping them pills drinking it down wit a fiftth they didnt think i be shit im busting reloading my clip i really came from the gutta i taught myself how to hustle i went to prison it gained me some muscle i had to listen all of them ogs they gave me knowledge wen i get out ima get back to ballin get in my way and them bodies be falling ima chasing to the money the money just calling choppa on me rite now it solve my problems i came from the hood so i hada fight i got me some wins and i got me some losses me and my gang we moving like bosses my bitch bad she look like a godess i love the way that she goggle i cannot stop im going full throttle i put a switch on my glock busting my glock till i run outta ammo i hada knife in the cell like im rambo i was in the the field uses bushes for camo i had to kill him he told on the stand i cannot change what i am like von said i am wat i am im out here just chasing these bands but ill still break bread with my brother long as he loyal and he keep it real lately i feel like i cant trust a soul i cant go nowhere not without my pole