hide in these scars of life music just burns the pain they couldn t see my dreams they told me learn to trade hustle i learned the game pistols i learned to raise ahead of my time getting brain at an early age niggas die young i might revive pac talent open doors like i left on the child lock i m larry davis aspirations on pappy mason when niggas clap you quicker then mothers at graduation spotted dalmatians on some cruella shit we some real g s seventh letter shit crooked cops pull me over cause my melanin for these punch lines i m prime dancing with the devil bitch i am heaven sent god write my verses flow so killa nigga i should drive hearses you don t see sun shining nigga why buy curtains i m better at being bad baby why try perfect i m nice this suit fit me like its grammy week i m the drug for the mainstream and the streets these little niggas tryna earn they spot all these fucking dead bodies on my mantle piece tell me how i feel tell me how i feel i dress off the mannequin but still i keep it real tell me how i feel she love my sex appeal take a little pinch of tribe mix it with a cup of trill ain t nothing to talk about nigga bring the coffins out jealousy from fake friends money kept us fallin out my nigga bought the chopper let it stutter charles barkley now with a yellow bone she always open like waffle house every song is killing nigga rob a nigga beat him pimp a bitch slap a hoe fuck a slut eat em buy a brick gold chain gucci clothes and sneakers the kids are listening and we subconsciously mislead em in the jungle tell me whats the purpose of living i m just living to die spirit precision the realest niggas can feel it cause i fit the description of drug dealers a slit of the pie cold as the kids in chi these niggas switch up they bi polar you started but i finished it man i hope the villain win fuck the whole crew club and she just got her membership a million ain t nothing my nigga you only nigga rich stay drinkin abe lincoln only time she innocent they fucking up the game what happened to daddy kane life is a bitch that pussy is deep as a cali gang niggas rollies is ticking they rocking these shabby chains i just put the family on i m keenen ivory wayans they love when you dead remember dark skinned jermaine man i swear we not the same you know i ain t bout them games pray the church gon heal the pain swerving in and out them lanes she get fingered in the rolls george gervin type of thing crooked cop crooked cop man i swear they nigga hunting pistol on me you act like i can t repent or somethin top floor suite bitches call me phillip drummond ferrari engine be soundin like a million niggas gruntin  every song is killing nigga rob a nigga beat him pimp a bitch slap a hoe fuck a slut eat em buy a brick gold chain gucci clothes and sneakers the kids are listening and we subconsciously mislead em in the jungle expect me nigga like you expect jesus is coming back expect me nigga i m coming2