took a moment of silence to address all the violence and quickly decided, why hide that I'm a rider prison taught me survival so I live by the rifle, die by the same... disguising the pain with Mary Jane and cocaine so I don't gotta feel a thing, people lie like this a game, but the truth hurts... So I use words to explain hurt instead of hoarding anger and it can't hurt even if it don't work same drama from the past stays, found myself moving worlds away just get away from these damn lames ended up behind razor gates 47 hundred 45 days, rhymes recorded on a page to release rage till my release date, so I don't preach hate... just seems as such money by any means is up and sure can't be touched, I finally give a fuck if I wake up when the sun lift even if I only drop one hit and this it and that's it, it's over wit... hope the message impression never leave em question or second guess if the G sick, stayin on my G shit, can't stop... too many haters so I can't flop, let em win and that's the last drop, last straw, I ain't goin for the BS ain't stoppin just cuz we stressed, need to start dependin on this weed less to make it one day to the next, I'm not tryin to flex, just tryna pay the rent with an outlet to vent, I know I usually seem upset, but I'm truthfully straight I swear.