| Fiends who rub nose, Gs and cut-troaths |
| Paso deal the brownstone |
| Quick as Ronald with the quarter pounder |
| With the chrome nickels kid’ll pound ya frown inside out |
| Leak ya brain splattered on the side walk, matter out ya eyeballs |
| Drive by on chrome wheels and get ya screen touched, iphone |
| Weed flushed in my home, by friends that my man known |
| Ds roll by, see the crusts in the bathroom |
| Homie told me I’ll be back soon, no fooling me I now he folded just so the pigs’ll have nothin to do but |
| Ask me, fronting like i’m handfull |
| Saw the man toss dope |
| And I’m the one who be Can tossed yo? |
| Gat go boom boom boom |
| Red fog and six holes in ya dome |
| Rip lobes and til ya head opened |
| With all kinds of lead flowin |
| Choked by gun smoke when cars be holding enemies |
| God hold the block, gots to ask the god who hold the Glock |
| Yo God, can I breathe |
| Can I breed, Is it Over? |
| Can I see, Ask him for pass in Scars and memories |
| Each day we bleed til we be passing |
| Indefinitely, concieved in the LKC |
| Die in Infinities, white T reeking of Hennessy |
| Brought back memories, father locked north up And my moms snort crack remedies |
| Lack remedies be just what I did |
| No school, no cool |
| No fool, but fuck politics |
| Dead prez educated hit shit of which I lit dollars with |
| Hard Boiled, Chow Yum |
| Boiled hard since six |
| Rather on a brick during class, my ass’d never sit |
| And give a, fuck bout Hitler |
| Caesar, Ask the teacher |
| Why am I need of, knowing this? |
| Can’t you see I’m on the corner, bitch? |
| But fuck that now, man I’m grown and shit |
| This shit, I’m locked forever in Route blocked by hoes, past they prime elegance |
| Hobo’s with kids clothes, to trade em for some medicine |
| Walk the streets in the defeat |
| Kicking cans of fifth |
| And all that I can think is Can I live? |