i m filled with optimism as i write a composition that might ease the hunger pains that ll keep me out of prison some claim they use to hustle in they verses i m cursed with a past addiction of getting paid off crack addictions glad i m living shit changed i m looking at flicks of fam who s missing some angels some in prison sending letters to they girl who endeavor in the world and like it or not seeks pleasures of the world i m fighting with my conscience like rival gangs in compton cuz i don t like a person should i refrain or pop him i write the trifest verses in the hood i m like a prophet trying to fight the serpent and live a thug life i m determined to get right like tony but i don t sniff white i hit mics straight up no cut my flow just improving hip hop is in a state of disillusion and i m a infiltrate the weak like my rhyme invigorates the beat like my nine intimidates the street my mind is deeper than wounds inflicted when i blaze my heat it was predicted i would come from the slums and show these fake niggas how it s done uh for years niggas glorified the ill criminal life personified i m just trying to do me stay alive get money keep my family tight legal hustle till i die i remember rocking the same jeans for the whole weak staring at my mother watching her drink her misery nothing for me to do god ll see us through in the ghetto everybody s not me or you i m strong minded the rest is blinded even through the darkest nights i shine like a diamond baby s crying dogs barking in the background you can hear marvin singing the blues some fights you win or you lose to tell you the truth i ain t into losing this is a ghetto reunion all my niggas is here i swear i wish my grandpops was here to see his baby girl on top in heaven i know you watching the shit don t stop biggie and pac remember forever we all play hard together let s get money together 