This is me yup see I bee Top left son I'm way too deep In them streets I served them beans like through IV and I stayed OG From beginning I been bad Need to change my scene I'm steady out my mind need space ID This joint laced like you odeed Only looked up to Biggy smalls Pac an Mohammed the late Ali Stuck in habbits I can barely breath I'm getting passed it if I don't this path will place my casket at my feet Tho this life I lead seem like my foe till the end- I'm forced to live it through I'm blessd i have a few friends Manz that will ride beside duke Right to the end The only problem is they dead or locked in the pen The ones that alive don't call me they friend I guess that's what you pay when you only in it to win