yeah you got bars no jail but you on a track with a real nigga can you tell oh your words got you think that you real what you no aboit living real every day carrying da steel cause da streets is hell im playing in it running wild im hand picking ducting dodging fuck 12 no snitching so much water im surfing no bluffing im stunting in da trenches im trapping use to be a robbery im known to be a shooters bitch im a dog i give 2fucks married to the streets im tool up aint gonna lie im screw up like screw ducks im chirs rock off grownups i stand out that my man up im tryna fuck where ur bitch at i love em freaks they suspect eat em up like scbooy snacks so many bodies like scbooy snacks spin da block got a mac fifty rounds and a drum it red rum spell that backwards i hang with kidnappers drug dealers say i a shooters cause bullets in they medulla call it oblongata grow up without a father im a problem kid young nigga ruining wild broken hearted as a child dont tell me you living real when you using word dat da hood dont no da vocabulary you a smart dude team up and become lawyer or get your head and your picture on a obituary