Mic check 321 bout to cash my check & have some fun before I break my back again for another one just to abuse me use me then just screw me till I'm left all loosey no goosey when tables turn I need them they just refuse me left worked up like a bomb with no one to defuse me in this game of life I feel like Im loosing surrounded by these fake motherfuckers that try seducing me on the low be it a friend or foe thinking that I'm a street walker just another random hoe, no they dont understand me, unsure of who i be I dont think they fucking know who i am In these city streets lets just say I run the show consider me the elite no i wont be beat so u might as well just retreat always find me in the kitchen cookin taking the heat no one can do it quite like me I be critiquing jesse pinkman dressed in a bulletproof vest tweakin standing next to me its so intruging that i got the best recipe everyone be shooting the best parts of me like its a masterpiece realest pure shit flooding these streets others unable to compete, compare to or even beat so good they be trying hard to kill me being the one supplying your amphetamine providing much needed dopamine to the buyers and local feinds dangerous living my leathal destiny where my life depletes, deletes then repeats but always remains the same in the dope game is full of Deceit with junkies yelling skeet skeet while they all tweak tweak treated like a bunch of freaks that be streakin seen nothing yet wait for them to start peaking their come down last bout a week making life seem more empty and so bleak so another shard they seek a nice treat for someone missing all their teeth rotting on the inside all underneath until the day their life the reaper comes to cease and then their soul is seized taken away in the night like a theif for them life ended is such a relief no more grief id like to leave this job position myself and be freed too it was suppose to be brief trapped in the zoos dope game in the middle of all this beef its no joke mane life hangs in the balance from the rope u hang being the supplier of dopamine providing to all the buyers its clearly insane but made myself a name so now I'm forced to forever stay in the fame till the day I'm slayed or to rest my body laid so now all that's left to do is sit back and get paid, guess i got life made just as long as I avoid any of the raids thrown my way or having uncontrollable rage finding out someone gave me aids meant to invade but for that soul id be very afraid and hope that they prayed cause if I see their face they be getting sprayed with no delay cuz every dog has their day now its their turn to pay.