love my people but I'm paranoid, walk up on me my pistol I'ma whip it out Can't trust nobody, from my friends to my kins If I can get up and go get mine
ain't on How can I win, it's like everything I do is a motherfucking sin It got a nigga, fending to see my end All of my friends are fake, they come
streets with awful thoughts in my head Now it's just me against the world Got my dogs and my girls got my shotgun, and my Glock Got my friends that keep
clown dawg cash invested Friends ride bikes black vests and death heads Fucked up times cant trust you best friend I got friends doing ten from what I just suggested Im Yosemite Sam my
I stack my dead presidents, And in my mind it ain't no time for irrelevance, come on now I thought you knew better, my rhymes are nines and my mouth'
album coming that shits like a sucker punch here for breakfast, f-ck for lunch dinner time she bring a friend write my sh-t so vicious y'all are like
a point in my sons life he developed paranoia About death and about the dying We are living in a world of imperfect human beings Where greed, jealousy and envy Are
his armor 'Cause the streets are killin', now get your grind on Come get introduced to my home Yo, yo, the penalty is death, especially when I'm mentally stressed My
rap at a point in my sons life he developed paranoia about death and about the dying we are living in a world of im perfect human beings we are greed
ghost Feds with toast knockin my door down Sweat poor down my body roast from the heat So I soak my sheets, wake up shiverin' Pull my hoe close to
aint friends) , you throw dirt on my name when you bleed then you game when i need then you came but not now we aint friends i know nukkas that are
barcodes, And as far as rap goes, I've mastered my flows, Certified and we back again to wreak havoc, With these pads and pens so understand my friend
, but please make it brief Is there a hole for me to get sick in?" The Commander-in-Chief answers him while chasing a fly Saying, "Death to all those
pockets Bette Davis style And in comes Romeo, he?s moaning "You belong to me I believe" And someone turns and says to him "My friend you'd better leave
my grandma is gone Here's some legs in a cloud Where my sister once played Here's some mud made of blood And these teeth are decayed The ear of my brother
, unafraid to say I love you All your words are nice, Mimi But love's not a three-way street You'll never share real love until You love yourself, I should know You all
I lost my boy How I lost my boy How I lost my boy The king in I died He kept floating past my eyes And singing his songs Life was good now death's all