See in this game you get it how you live, the devils dancing on my soul for real, we on the block with that melphomine, it ain't gone stop cuz shit'll never change, so you're welcome to see what's going down, I'll bring where my niggas hold it down, come through the block you'll see hopeless feens, and some young niggas with broken dreams, ......I used to rap up in the cell block my spit game is vicious, and on top of that I'm shell shocked I nickname my missions, haunted visions in my memory camped out sweating playing Duk Duk goose when I'm banging on my enemies,the nigga got far from his mouth, so I'll destroy everything he ever touched and I'm a start at his house, I'm from the slums where the money shouting, nigga fuck talking, we seen 'em coming so we flushed on 'em, the strip hotter than the metal gets after its been dumped off no competition even Lance couldn't pedal here, plug look like akon, for that young Jeezy, if the hard moving every gram gets locked up, chopped up, told the chef dress her pretty in something see through ,6 for a hundred, 3 for fifty, from that piece of shit city,where money bring violence so I gotta keep'em with me,Christina and Brittany swallowed ten pieces,now I gotta dig through vomit, I prayed to (God) not one bag busted in my stomach good intentions with the devil trying make things better so we out here chasing cheddar like we gone live forever,you can front all you want, I'm calling your bluff survival got me fed up it's nothing you tell us when smoke clears all you'll see is ashes and dust.. i might leave but I'll be back in a rush Tales of a hustler...