See 24/7 i keep dat blick , From da land of da murdas , where niggas get hit , last nigha played gangsta got left in a ditch , He smelling like shit , dats what he get , back in da day use to trap out da split , Just to run up a bag and bricky my wrist , niggas be saying they real , but niggas aint realler then this , dey know what im wit , Trust No Man Never Trust No Bitch , Im a keep Hitting Lics till the day that im rich , My mans got killed try hoppin da fence , we spinned back on em whole block got drenched , now tell me lor nigga how real as this , U see da pain and da rage in my eyes , i never cry , every opp gotta die , we Got dem 30's N dem nines