this shit is for all the motherfuckin niggas out there doin what the fuck they gotta do to feed the family hanging up out the window ready to blow i m harassed by crackers the stress of the pastor i m in a rage scared of my shadow but it s gone still follow me so why battle naw fuck that cuz you lying look at how many made it and look at how many trying no now i don t feel never felt never will ask phil i kept it real yet it s still bloodspill all my folks quickly never really lived they life but they died particularly anyone who kept it real chuck and so many others preying for my pockets must ve guess we dodge them undercovers no i show love don t nobody love me papa wasn t there for me momma never hugged me bugging me bout what i do loan me a g or two just like i fuckin thought all you do is fuckin talk i do what i wanna do i do what i have to do and if that mean blast at you my nigga we blast at you when the pressure becomes too much upon my heart where the fuck i m posed to go flex like these other folks fuck that shit twist my smoke i m told no so much that yes will probably scare me so i dont give a fuck no more whatever i am ready god already prepared me for hell so hell i m straight give me a house and crush up the ounce nothing but weight and i won t be the only pastor that ll be burning no mistakes yeah you heard it cuz it wasn t misworded because ain t nobody perfect who knows if god forgave you just because you got fucked up you asking him to save you behave you or i ll be forced to grab my rifle and anything i do will be done for my survival 