listen lately i can see many niggas out down the routs turning beliefs into proofs so allow me to make a beleaver out of you this life i live is cold to the boot still stuck on my mind is the bitch went behind my lines turning grief into wars of course mine comes into views sitting low so sick for truth theres nothing my mind hasnt thought to do prides keep haiters in desolute im more like around the fruits sittin surveying what how and why you continue through to what u do my reasons for this side is for me ment to be a gift to you bleeding my soul tight before all is dark now in rooms bringing money into views now nothing constitutes my reasons upon my revenues still grinding like never mind the signs i flaged within you so now im still stuck up inside on high producing my thoughts i concealed for you to be living spinning wheels im lost locked into deals i paused for proofs because now a days im blocked into a lot clocks that ticked now have stoped my hearts not the reason im living for truth it was stole while my roads turned her away from me to live alone now in solitude no man alive will ever see the things i do because im half alive and dead just survived from me is a piece of the root not even with my seed or one whom wants to breed my fruits nothing lives today in truth just pick pockets and killers on my side through the shit we living to fool any one of you so duece.