strive to be a winner losing not an option running to the finish line and no i m not stopping women can be ya downfall and friends can be a problem watch your steps when you walking cuz believe them streets is watchin evil thieves plotting on how they can take yo profit and you can get a price on yo head behind gossip i can spot a fake nigga off eye contact alone these niggas frail no spine in they back at all i hear em whispering snakes still slithering a one way ticket to hell is what i deliver them i got a sweet deal with me connect out in michigan i can t say much cuz i know them people listening switch up my hustle its all about the rap now doors getting kicked in phones getting tapped now i got some niggas that ain t coming home for a while so i shout they name in a verse just to make them smile what up big li you comin home soon son rome and rick you comin home too so ima hold it down til that day come homie this the shit i spit for my day one homies it ain t an easy task i m starting to feel the pressure momma told me son don t let the industry stress ya now i m writing every rap like its my last one ventin on the beat with a motherfuckin passion yes i m on a cash run gotta get paid so i m treat everyday like its my motherfuckin last one cup full of lean they tell me i should quit it and what i tell them back mind they fucking business history in the making i m about to kill it i won t stop till i get god as my witness been in the game for a minute i m on my hustle still i keep it gudda still welcome to guddaville