Life is a bitch i Hope I fuccin make it, everyday is a fuccin risk But u know ima fuccin take it, Feelin like I’m living in a trap even when i walk up the street gotta keep my fuccin strap I’m just tryna fuccin make it but this feeling in my body wont let me fucxin shake it my body always feels numb niccas be talkin funny but i aint fuccin dumb niccas wanna kill me im sittin at the spot waitin on em to come. I’ve just gotta get off the mf map. keep a few straps run a few laps. if they want me i wont be hard find. ill kill a nicca for whats mine. i put in my mf time nd my fuccin work keep playin nd ima end up callin my nicca curt. jus kno im the lil bro that will shoot first. my mind be stucc in this last fuccin curse but anyway that was my last verse