My soul feel empty
So I gotta keep the Mac full
I use to be a student
Till they kicked me out of high school
Hanging with the real
Dro, P, Spect and Cowboy
Call me steve o
Cause I was chillin with them wild boys
We aint trustin nothin
So we cluthin when they drive by
If this felon hitcha
Better tell em niggas bye bye
We was up in them jets
Bendin all type of corners
We was up in the morning
Nigga ask tom Joyner
I was up in the booth
While they was out pulling capers
My homie cought 40
Cause he was wilding on them papers
He was wildin in the hood
Yea that's word to Nick cannon
Flash this stick in yo face
Say cheese like its a cannon
My daddy wasnt round
So my momma worked extra
I was trynna save the homie
Call me extra
Call me hef
I use to play with them hoes
Trynna stack up
So I could play with them Os
Bitches aint shit
Only love you for a check
And if im lying u can grab the iron
Slatt me in my chest
They trynna throw me in my grave
Cause I was speakin real
I aint got no papers
But this banger still will kill
I was almost dead
I was slump in the max
I had to hit the bookies
Had to hit my homie Jack
Im heavy on this liquor
Feelin good like a muh
Shout out killer c
You know i f*ck with them Stubbs
Rest in peace to lil luke
Rest in peace to ralphy low
Cant take life for granted
Cause life aint a joke
Alot of niggas out here snitching
Like snitchin is a trend
Pop you and yo mans
Bet in court you wont win
Im trynna touch money
Gotta learn from my uncle
You gotta keep it G
Or the hood dont want u
Im fly like a butterfly
I stung like a Bee
I was on the prison grounds
I was hanging with them Z
I was showin all th3 love
They was showin love back
I was vibin with the whites
And I was bangin with the blacks
U gotta have respect
Or yo shit will get checked
Catch u in yo whip
Bet yo shit will get wet
Shout out tb tanan
Shout out pistol pee
Shout out Lincoln field
Brownsub and pok and beans
I aint with the games
You wont play me like a joystick
Playin with the gang
Bet my youngins make the oak hit