look at my pockets see what the runnin do these ratchects ull humble you pushin the spark in the night in the park in the dark ima shark in disguise an im out on the hunt boy inticing hear the crashing of thunder and lightning its freightning pop on my drip and im tripping dont give me no lip or extended the clip in my right hand thats right ima white man aint say i was i great just said im the right man if you in a slight jam ill get you the weight been remember all the days i woke up with notta with nothing but shit on my plate wearing this outfit for ten days was looking for somewhere to stay we live in a wasteland got drugs in my waistband i dont know how they taste the money hits better the less that you doing the chedder caresses the bloom in the garden of fate i think sometimes that im doing too much and then i look at the date people they selling their bodies the cops are killing without even seeing a face we live in a broke world where people intitled im checking my vitals to see if im living the people they living to simple i see a lack of all ambition im up in the kitchen whippin on gaurd always trust my intuitiin peep enemies from a far you gotta get it get it no matter where you are and that's fact