fresh from a murder powder burns on my hands if i go away i know my kids won t understand lord please give me back my friends down on my knees there ll be no tears in the end sin lust envy jealousy best friends become enemies i m sleeping with the devil b but really i m a devil s re ject on the run with three felonies what the fuck is you tellin me do you hear me i don t really think you smellin me your homeboy tellin b i ma put two holes in his upper body just like the letter b they say show no emotion unless it s brute force so i m posted with the chopper on the roof trigger happy baby it ain t complicated we so young i see no future where i stay at all the older niggas with us ain t got shit to lose so they talk us into doin shit that ain t even coo but i can t tell i just wanna be down but you ll use a nigga up till i end up in jail we was tryin to get rich but you ain t really real all for yourself sendin me to kill bullet proof soul life really ill the fuckin devilz rejectz man we hard as nails take a hit of the kush just to ease my mind moms pray for me she know i m on my grind i think about louise and cindy all the time free my nigga d and lil rhyme i miss my nigga money an interstate trapper since then i don t do business without my clapper niggas is talkin the streets is watchin got my poker face on baggin bricks in the projects sixteen have a thing breakin bread with the grinders young nigga with knowledge in a team full of riders hit you off with the pump like o dog in menace in the kitchen a chemist all the hood niggas feel us  yeah i was cell block raised felt some shell shock days institutionalized thought i d never be saved my momma always gave praise but never thought she d see the days when her first born son will be raised in a cage these niggas born christian now they five percentin man s religion inundated with contradictions i hope to god my prayers ain t written on the ceilin cuz i lost my mommas religion when i found god in prison i was raised in this shit that s why i played in it spent a decade in it became a renegade it homicides committed but they ll never be admitted cuz we got enough bread to bribe the feds with it fresh home prison and my mind on millions tryna leave it to the children when a nigga finish livin but i ain t finish livin i m just chillin like a villain wrappin with these bricks fam bouta make a killin lord willing lord knows that we come to foreclose til the booger nose came through and put us on our toes put us on our feet cuz we put it in the street and if a nigga intervene then we gon put it in his meat like we his most niggas lost touch so they do a lot of drinkin lot of smokin lot of tootin lot of hatin lot of hootin it s a whole lot of trigger happy babies and they shootin 