California livin that thug-Trap life,One life , one story, all facts in real brains no games my mind overloaded with the blueprints on the mad-twisted-era ,gotta have me a fat blunt, while you're favorite bitchez deep throatn' as I smoke she bobbin and blowing , swirvin' of a 5th of that Takka vodka make me chill ..takes a lil off the edge,, everyone gains their own amount of respect keep it 💯 & above no more Nickle & dime w direct deposit by the bandz money is my bu$ines$s makes perfect fucking cents growing up without money hella fucking broke no fun & game lil dirty ghetto bastard idgf cause I'm lil loco in my mind tired of everything a mothafucker joke broken home mad_twisted_era blasted on minez my mind & my heart couldn't rest on crooked ass streetz money motivated everyday cause I gotta Lott of dreams so I gotta trust in God if I wanna gett some sleep if want to wake up &if I want be set free from all the evil deamons pray to God as I defeat all the temptations & deamons that try n creep , growing up hungry hard to feel that void , wait till I gett paid so I can get turnt up grinding so hard almost lost my head looking for my loose screws got me used to sleeping with my special .38 no sudden moves il blast u off your shoes.. Me trust no 1, born in '87 so gett outta hand & catch a fucked fade zip you up black body bag thats that...