cant get along wit these voices in my head do mich war im not stopping till im dead so many times a nigha coulda broke bread brody called me up he talking bout the feds say they killed who cant go to another funeral this shit getting crazy the hate i get from my kind so crazy how you my fam but you acting do grammy i know theres fake niggad out there tryna line me keep a iron on me just incase they try to slide g aint got no time for games thats why i seperate myself from lames niggas aint that loyal aint finna take the blame claim they gangster till the feds doing they thing tell on me put this heat to you you wont feel the same been through so much growing up watching mama feel pain i know she gone suport me wile im doing my thang