chillin on the porch smokin a blunt and reminiscin all the time ive been missin thuggin in the street was my decision not like stuff you see on television focuised on the mission my vision represent the rap religion. can't waste my time with feeding pigeons im on the block hustlin and burnin bridges I got sharp ridges when im hittin switches on the road to riches can't go back to a job doin dishes im vicious when people call me fictitious I become malicious gotta stay up out the justice system cant be suspicious livin that thug life we ain't about no snitches it's way of life it's not a condition kickin ass an gettin money is my only interest since I was an infant paint the floor with blood the color of crimson driven even when my cousin went to prison arison to the top people thought I was gone but im still up and kickin shots fired trigger still clickin be careful of battles im pickin in case they on that bullshit so that im not trippin y'all can never catch me slippin rippin up the contracts gotta go unscripted a new lyrical genius is predicted resisted the restrictions and now they conflicted by the damage I inflicted cause I was livid after being evicted so I gotta leave a legacy imprinted fingerprinted yet I never was winded still talkin shit cause Im that gifted somehow the gangster battlefield has been shifted yet I'm still feelin lifted my mind is twisted didn't need to be assisted to be straight wicked when I roll up to come and punch your ticket had a 6th of Henessy accuracy always on point each time I pivot it's the only life I know said fuck it and I still live it