you some bitches thrown in ditches i Went from rags to riches flip work the quickest im a boss call me The biggest 361 packen a gun yo bitch say im hung smoken one to the dome boutta head home cuz these hoes won't leave me alone moven work by the zone talkn city to State grinden harder cuz i ate off them paper plates no spoons or forks but i seen a niggas head unscrewed like a cork start a riot grab ya pitch fork's State to State it's all the same is all I'm sayen fuck the system they up in there playen sendin troop's to die at war while they asleep at three or four while they fighten not to be poor in a bloody war full of gore Lord help these men they ain't the same anymore fuck the system before I respect that ill be Dead in the dirt Head to The trap and flip the work ain't shit change Life is a bitch seen some shit Make you wanna quit couple phyc Ward's what my paperwork come with but I'm back in this bitch spittin this real shit like when i almost had my own wig split gangsta ass nigga to a jit bitch you a quick lick try an Snitch do ya dirty fuck a stitch or a staple can't be identified face to mangled fucked around now you sleen with the angles caint be identified face to mangled that's The way the game goes close your eyes or turn away i know niggas still in the game do ya feel gangsta now in a cellblock gettin rocked for ya Chow wishing you can take it back but ya can't gettin lit like a lamp ya moms a tramp gettn railed like a ramp drugee bitch prostitute money married to a snitch raisen ya sons to be bitches in snitches now ya boy can't be saved by stiches my flows so dark its sang by witches