Dying Slowly Video (MV)

Man I had to break down just to write this shit
Cuz life gets tough and I might just flip
They say gin pain so I might just sip
Look into my eyes yeah might be lit
Man I might be rich
They talk shit like I don't like you bitch
And thats funny cuz i fight with fists
They type they shit
Like "i got clips"
"Bananna spilts"
"I run with crips"
Son shut and close yo lips
I know the fact, you full of shit
You aint hit licks
Your bark is big
Your bite is bitch
You like the dick
Then pled the 5th
I come epuipt
To f*ck em all long dick
On piff
High up
Man up in the clouds
F*ck life i aint never comin down
To turnt, i might never come around
Life changed so im steppin to the mound
But thats beside the point
Im, so down, so I light the joint
It bring me back up
Let me back up
To when the kid had nothing so he act up
Talk shit but i never smacked up
Me n the homies pop jokes, til we crack up
All til im hit with the bad luck
No home, no shit, dont that suck

Been through it all
Back on the wall
Back to the streets in the back of a car
Back in the day when i grew these balls
Ncf had a bat for the brawls
House party and it pack full of broads
Come to i think, i got bag full of bras
Back when the scrill came back to the boss
Back when we ball and would nat take a loss

Im not takin off
This is not what i thought
Its been, 8 years and they not with the noise
Real ass rap, it did not get employed
Man its not what you think
You do not have a voice
You will not get the ice and the chains and the toy
You will not get the royce
You will not get her moist