Grew up a trife life, the times of white lines and hot pipes murderous nighttimes the knife fights that fight crimes
check the prognosis, lifes a real drug deal showbiz my window faces shoutout's, drug overdoses live amongst the roses, only the dramma my medicine is the ganja. Here's my basics my phist embraces many faces, people's are petrol dramatic automatic fo fo i let blow and back down po po when am i next yo?"
"whether im in a six cab or montero jeep i keep callin the beatz got me falling asleep i keep fallin but never fallin six feet deep im stuck and i need to fuck!
I love you don't ever fuckin question that,thats probably why we'll never get along,if i was better at finding the right words to say i wouldn't need to right these mother fuckin songs. I grew up a life of ants, uncles, cousins that would never do the shit u think they did, like the times when fat joe smoked his momas house up yo, sayin this place aint for me while he be callin up g askin for another rock of that shit he never got back in the day,with his moms money that went to his lungs and was his sugar and honey, being my god father telling me times to make a quick dime with out doin any work I straight up told him that shits for jerks! It never sunk in thou the 5 times he was in jail wonderin why hes alive? So I might aswell die why not give it a try, or the time when seany was rockinout on his guitar when some day he was gonna be a star but he never made it past that night in the bar when he found...