my life in the streets be real packing and pooping the steel fuck your feelings for real if you ain't with the gang you cant chill we outside on the corners making deals laughing at the niggas when I spin i spin to kill all my ice on wind chill all my cars got big wheels we look my ing like hot wheels don't get your top pilled ask and your blessingsp might get filled we still out here in da field there's killers in my section best to lace your waist with weapons watch where you lay your head and rest at everybody ain't got good intentions fuck around your ass come up missing we in the trench's not to mention anything that happens bodys shskin ruler's measuring will i see heaven or will i see hell only time will tell but im still standing here one man by myself my name should be on a plak on the shelf my drako dont run out of shells i was born this way i ain't no regular nigga off the shelf im gonna spend until there aint nothing left im smoking exotic now my head starting to swim my plug don't speak english he only grins where I'm from there's no such thing as friends it all depends on me i carry grudges deep loyalty's lost its time to be the boss took a loss and shook it off I'll get it back in no time and when i come across that bitch I'ma slime him i know he's running everyday looking behind him pussy ass bitch back to the basic s money chasing my stomach is touching my back so i aint letting any money pass by me like what so i grab it gotta have it it's a habit fully automatic street sweeper for ya people in the morg is where I'll leave you shot you down you started having seizures watch the blood from your body leaking you can cancel ya plans for the weekend