my mama tell me all the time i m a be something i m still a nigga till i die what with heat bustin they ll never take me alive i m a survivor makin something from nothing my mama told me i m a be something my mama told me i m a be something i m still a nigga till i die what with heat bustin they ll never take me alive i m a survivor makin nothing from something my mama told me i m a be something a fist a wall tell my knuckles bleeding back over beefs i m screaming dogg pound gangsta i m fucked up from all the shit i m drinking why i m so deep i remember i was a sack of semen know i m 31 living the life that most niggas be dreamin a nigga gotta hustle stuck on what i believe in never take a punch and think that we even cuz the type of shit i m on it s some get back cuz i won t get it long as i m breathin i ll think that s a good enough reason i asks my mom all the time why god made it so hard for a nigga to make a living from breaking a law i can t wait for six months without takin my job back on my rear they pull me over and now they take my car and i believe her when my album hit the streets i m strapped with four heaters and i clutch peers my heaters don t move for nothin i m tuckin i m clutchin i m bustin niggas who know me i m a survivor i m like the eskimo in the north pole my blood line can adapt to the cold you can lock me the jail closed i close my eyes and visualize in my mind and think i was home i ve been preached to all my life i can think on my own cuz my mind s deep into their minds so leave it alone i m entrapted with slurs and dread lines runnin deep through my soul who knows sometimes i made peace with my foes i ve been so deep into thought that i bleed from my nose i walk the streets with the heat blastin pebbles and stones i shed a bloody tear for my thugs on top and bottom tier in the streets motherfucker who should i fear my heart is beatin i m breathin dealin with viscous heathen im off the leash and the pizza nigga stop me from eatin lessons are being learned i m wide awake i feel like i m dreamin chapow motherfucker i think we even  keep my head above the water let me talk to my lawyer facing cases of perpetration with a white mask on my face like jason patiently waitin for this women and this women said there s no where to turn so i smoke and i drink gin for the judge that sentence me nigga fuck you your the reason why my niggas turn to thugs too your the reason why my race in jail with nothin to run to your the reason why we payin our guns too ugh increase the smoke and pull the liquor all the earth visualize what it s worth i walk the streets fly cousin ridin to die cousin my nine will determine if i die run and die gunnin never seen death cousin your fuckin niggas bluffin i park around with a nine shell in my stomach always do to die be something you know i keep bustin with d a z motherfucker 
['g funk', 'gangster rap', 'hip hop', 'west coast rap']