lifes a bitch im tryna deal with gettin to high so i cant feel shit homie died yesterday nigga thats some real shit when my cousin my mama died thats the only thing i felt then my mama almost died tried to leave me by myself now my brudda mama dieing and im beggin for some help i cant even talk to god to busy talking to myself tried to give the boy the recipe ..he aint listen to the chef tried to give girl my heart but she pushed it to the left now treating all these hoes like some mf steps no im not a preacher but i can take you to the promise land do what i say you prolly end up with 100 grand make the wrong moves you gone end up being a junky man tryna stack this money up running outta rubber bands if i die today my kids gone be some millionaires but if i live 10 more years we gone be off welfare i could never understand how to be a failure fs on my report card but i didnt fail sir long live my niggas who aint make it off the block long live my niggas who got killed by 12 free my cousin ar he locked up in a cell hope you hear this song my nigga and i hope you doing well i show you niggas what means to go get it focus on this money like it aint no limit focus on myself and i got 4 women couples days ago i was right back pimpin step up in bank but im right up out the kitchen 14 years old i was already sippin now i dont sip so neva catch me slippin and i smoke so much that i coulda been a hippie insurance on my life every month a buck 50 niggas talking shit like they really gonna get me if you get me you better move yo family out the city whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa its a fucking go greenlight goooo stand down hoe man down joe man down hoe man down whoa lost my mind first then i lost my spirit found out my nigga was a chemist you can make it they gone buy it you can whip it i can dry it im so high i need a pilot all i ever think is violence man thats just the way im wired im the reason yo bitch fired im da reason she got hired and i do not read the bible it was made by some liars put it in a put if fire im the type that think to much you dont even think enough stay on the move brah be cool with the tool and i poppee to many bars cant remember high school better try to run far when i aim and i shoot i still bang with the crew yo bitch brain overdue you a lame im with ya boo most these niggas chopped and screwed but that choppa knock you lose fuck you and you nigga thats my point of view niggas really wanna fight then you hear that pistol boom chorus