lace the game down slow so much to take in now came dope close to the end suckers hanging on a benge accustomed to no hope lessone one done game ends times against my friends lifes to short to be in lines for the gates when there made to just dissipitate trust is tuff its great but its to be made it brings in thieves trying to take your safes away depart your place left to only remain with the close that eventually hang as you lose weight still think im spittin bout some shit people make the fuck up punk before i change my face to a man that many learned to fear and hate enough said bout this brave trying to surpass the graves jumping ahead of the game listening to how paths we take were made no body said lifes gonna be easy deepending how you sway call up the one above me tellem im gonna be late had a drop its bout money no disrespcts made none to take none to blame but the hunger of mony does create wars like in kuwate still think im spittin bout a bitch as game words are a motha fucka espially in a man that learned how to portray life in its phase and sit back to watch it change.