Back in the day I was stacking that pay doing it hard I was selling dat shard Tryna Make ends meet Cross roads and cemetery’s The last place ya wanna be The lighter and the glasseee The five o roll by Ya yelling out grassie Puffin on the sharday Just another long day Da life that I live I never wanted this growing up as a kid Went down the wrong path 9 years in prison yard Blazzing puddles from the glass Tryna kill the pain At last Weighing up bags For the boys on the block End up in razor Feds had me locked