yo god created me in the image of himself
how fuk was he supposed to know i was gonna live my life in hell
every night we syphe an eL, So YoU might as well, Yell
how my nine excel, 5-0 know I never touch a cell
but its all Good even GOD understand im gonna get mine
but im all hood u start with the man i let my lead shyne
at bedtime, I count up my dough and call it bread time
cheddar stacks, so fat, that they took out iraq
and put them on the map
and even my bitch is gangsta u wanna get me through mi chica
shyll hit ya ass with the chrome kick back and take su vida
and im tired of spittin its clear dont fuk wit me
Cuz the grind that im livin is one of pure luxury