It was time to get up and get back on my shit.....and to you hatin ass niggas get the fuck off my dick.....money money money i guess they get the gist.....this is my life and goes somethin like this......youll never catch me lackin i hold my strap while i piss....he got the with the choppa his bitch ass turned to mist.....im savin up my paper and investing in blicks......cuz theres no reward if you dont take the risk.....and free all my niggas thats locked in the pen......if i fucked that bitch once then fucking again......and if she dont go then im fuckig friend......i can get em for the 8 but from you i need ten.... and we are made of steel we don't break or dont bend.....money on mind im on my dollars and cents.....and im pitching balls like im pitching a tent.... trapping outta bandos like i dont pay the rent.....the rap game got me feeling like we're have been....im going lion on this track like this beat is my den....this my life mothafucka make it bleed threw this pen....what can nigga say im vibe and a trend.....real niggas shit like theres nothing pretend....i just jump on the mic its my time vent....nah baby girl lets just start with the head.....taped magazine trying to fit in the tech....bad bitch ass fat and the pussy stay wet....so when i dive in i be making a mess.....under dog rapper about to make em upset.....and i hurd amillion nos before i heard a yes....and i want it all i expect nothing but less.....there is one thing that i have to confess....thank you to the father for keeping me blessed...