lately i ve been going through more bullshit than a bull fighter so when i sing my praises to god one verse is like a full choir my every thought is pain strain and stressing me to death everyday is like a rehearsal that s prepping me for death i think i m ready because this world ain t no friend of mine only thing i qualify for is murder and penitentiary time y all should of shot me in the jimmy instead but i guess they was feeling eachother to get head in the bed here i am first born torn between heaven and hell i tell my people so no to dope but i let it sell need to practice my preaching calling the kettle black i know i m on pot before or not i gotta peddle crack ain t nobody got my back except the laws when they on it so i be going for broke demolishing my opponents leaving no traces just blood on faces believe that hk i mma squeeze that you won t even want be back i got through so much so i try to stay fucked up because when i m sober i can t maintain even though i do my best the only thing i earn is stress so i spend most of my days chilling with mary jane i can t focus i m losing my mind real fast dreaming and fiending for the day i could make some real cash dropping album after album platinum song after song but it s like i ain t did nothing cause the lights ain t on how can i win it s like everything i do is a motherfucking sin it got a nigga fiending to see my end all of my friends are fake they come around when i m spending cash but when i m broke they out the do with wheels spinning fast lonely daily dodging the devil but he on me telling my people fuck him cause he be working through my homies burning bridges and i don t give a fuck remember y all laughing at me when i couldn t get a buck it s all gravy baby i got bigger hurdles i m trying to jump over my residence and my vehicle is something i dump over and it might not be much but it s all i got so when i paint it promethazyne is all i pop  i m on pre trial now and i can t smoke no weed cause if i catch a dirty i m facing t i m e my first time ever sober it s fucking with my brain got a nigga with an attitude i can t maintain if you cross me i ll bring it to you hard not softly living like i m invincible one day it s gonna cost me when it s time to pay up and i lay up in a grave bury me with a fifty sack and a motherfucking 12 gauge hey no love in my heart cause my homies was phony straight from the motherfucking start why couldn t i get a ride if i ain t have no weed these motherfuckers ain t my people they gotta be strangers up a reverend breed so i bless the streets with my smith wesson and if you beefing with me nigga better get your weapon you better pray that i m codeine and i m just tripping but i won t let you add up to my problems i will leave you tripping 