Whole life been a struggle cant let the that define me sick of taking no for an answer wont let you decline me cinnamon roll sweet you pussy in the street ask god to align me show me my purpose one thing is for certain I got sick and tired of hurting if a nigga try me put him up behind the curtain closed Casket no service tinted windows big Suburban bad bitch in the back on her knees pussy like orange juice it squeeze My life is amaz'n thank God every day and I hope I pray that a nigga don't play hundred rounds out the kay Leave a opp D.O.A. Gold mouf glistening my money thicker than grits in the kitchen My bitch is a dime and she listen My niggas gone pop up like pistons these bullets go straight through ya engine leave occupants injured Bitch Ima fool so let's keep it Cordial I ain't going but I'm cool Im not a builder like bob but i keep me a tool Move like the mob steal, kill , and, Rob Dont fuck with no rats but we chasing the cheese Broke is a place I cant be Be_come com-placent stay stuck where you at you might like the bottom but im up like a hat