yeah i bet these niggas be sleeping on me been laying low cause the reaper on me from twelve twelve skinnies whole block hungry the streets of philly man i gotta keep my heater on me lost souls fuck hoes and leave em lonely rose gold trynna get my pockets light fresh them lames ain t know that i was next i do this shit for life and beyond haters just mad at what i m doing and i remember times so i write like all night bitch i got a grumble in tummy and no they can t grind wit me just cause they hungry and the music i do this and everything is true just going hard they can t stop me kawasaki kamakazi it s g s riding hard on them bikes grew up in philly living my life and yeah i made some left turns but it still felt right in them streets some night felt asleep uptight you could do it all just stay up on ya grind gotta have the patience all it takes is time see nothing but real when you look in to my eyes it s money on my conscious  i m from the slums look how far i come fourteen years old young as carrying guns one time on patrol drawing all on the set always knew if i put in the work i be the best and now i m like whats depress more hate more sex old head like yeah young bored next if these niggas in the field i m a war vet ain t saying that i m bullet proof but never wore a vest reason i spit it cause it s all i know that i make it out the struggle man it s all i hope see my family eat good workin we ballin benefits notice life don t come easy you gotta fiend for it rappers barely live what they speaking youzie pretend n it and when i m the done the whole world gonna remember this care from the block whole stacks chase cheddar and they love my presence like 2pac after coachella nigga 