Been in the dark so long,
The warm hearts no longer starving.
Found himself in a closed Coffin.
Thats how fast the streets can take you,
Feds can mistake ya. but work still on ya.
So a mistake becomes a bust.
now the judge n jury n
some cold ass cuffs.
In the backseat.
Thinking of ya boys who clap heat,
And got track feet.
Hustle games a random.
different day different bullshit.
Don't run ya lips bout those who move bricks.
Not only do those boys move thick.
But dey clap fools with loose lips.
In the hood we ruthless.
Leave ya in a duffle bag toothless.
If ya wanted a demonstration.
Ill show you how to do this!
This one here 4 the hood.
Madd love 2 tha block nigga
1st spot i caked it and still gettin gwap nigga.
Dont fear 1 thing. and still surviving the times.
I Just Got Me N My Lyrical State of Mind.
No lie in any rhyme i say it how it is.