..."simply playin wit the app my G"..pt.#1

Drive-bys are a thing of the past, now it's walk ups and run downs,/ From sun up thru sun down they stay strapped with drums now/ Ain't no fight no mo jits get high off that gun sound, smoke nothing but dum loud chest hit just like Kung Pow, -raised inside a war zone_product of my environment, buying and selling drugs with death always beside of me/ started off distributin_then slowly i got to trying it, snortin turned into shootin, track marks-my hoodie hidin em/ never trust-in a soul, cuz rollers were always eyeing me, kept the pole right beside of me ACG's and designer jeans, Cleveland-the city raised me, don't play me-cause traffic isn't sweet/ disrespect-that Tec it'll^have em hollerin for med-ical^, and no I ain't seen shit officer i can't find my ^spectacles, bumped all the city reppas like reddy-redd doeboy, cash an kells, my city-it needs a savin, did away wit procrastinat'n, to all those hatin an fakin i got a spot for u in my basement, *CHARGES each and everytime i blink/ spent a lot of time in then cells *PLOTTIN to get a fix on a daily that shit'll stress you out/ rattling the cage was a silver bacc poundin his chest to let em out/ and still i tried to fight it just knowing 1 more would be my last, instead i found myself watching babies grow thru the rear view glass/ this life is hard but I don't follow b**** I set the tone, just getting started Bob Marley cause Sleezy bout to blow