I been bout this life I maintane no good came out this rout through the clouds I puff out you seen the diamonds I blaze by sun means I'm down the rout you suckas wish to ball the same but sum sucks are washed up to doubt that you will start to fade so I'm on line tuff bout this edge up front above my dome I hit by razor blade sitting side ways stuck upon the high ways victim of the hustlers trait you better stay up or feel the wrath of the drugs I bought on to build the profits that are gonna save praying to God I'm found before I'm down in the deadly game, you better recognize the name ,you bitches on side lines posting on blogs every word I say you can't never grip the wicked and call upon the saints besides the dead ain't lost they sit beside us all but you forgot that in the end I'm gonna be forgotten till you realize only the true remains