at the young age of 15 i entered the drug game/
dunno what got into me i guess i wanted niggas to know my name/
i wanted to have an indentity, i was lookin for myself/
only then i didnt know i was throwin my future off the shelf/
and into the fiya, servin niggas tryin 2 get em higha/
my first connect was chucky, a real cool ass nigga/
gave me some tips told me how to double my figyas/
i bought from chuck, maybe a nick or a dime, then i flipped that shit/
sold it for double, niggas never had a clue, they still hit that shit/
so my name got around, i got a lil mo popular/
got a lil cocky, thought 2 myself "aint nobody stoppin ya"/
chucky graduated so i had 2 step up my game/
i knew a nigga named logan, i knew his shit was off the chain/
logan was a big tiyma, i was still a peddler/
ranks didnt matta tho, cuz in essence we was both hustlas/
told loge my situation, he lent me helpin hand/
sold me a half an ounce and a steady game plan/
i got on the grind again, makin triple than befo/
startin gettin 2 comfortable, i let my guard down/
startin blabbin my mouth, and all my business got around/
all publicity, is good publicity, nigga fuck that shit/
not when every other nigga in yo town is a snitch/
punk nigga i used 2 smoke wit named lil rob, set my ass up, framed me for his job/
see he sold 2 a young nigga named blake, told blake he got it from me, what a fuckin mistake/
the hustle had just graduated to higher stakes/
you see young blake was a dumb ass nigga, showed his green in class, he was a goofy ass nigga/
blake got caught said he copped the green from me, fuckin bitch/
so i got pulled outta class and sent to da office, got searched but i only had a blunt that day/
thank god cuz if it had went any other way, they woulda shipped my ass to juvi in the same day/

at the time i didnt know who the fuck it was who told/
i had my suspicions and my anger made me bold/
one of my boys told me anotha dealer named dave told me out/
cuz the same day i got caught, he got pulled out/(of school)
they said he did it for competition, he had to get rid of me/
at the time his motive made sense to me/
so when he returned i had lil talk wit him/
told him i'd beat his ass if the charges leaked back to him/
scared that nigga strate, he denied he snitched/
i didnt believe him tho, told him he was a bitch/
told him i'd kill his ass and leave em in a ditch/
he said fine, pacificst type nigga, he knew his crew had his back/
i was gone make this niggas skull crack, lead him in the bathroom and blow his fuckin chest back/
but on that same day i found out blake had caught wit a weed sac/
it all became clear, them niggas i thought was cool wit was phony/
so me n my boy cj was gone catch his after a basketball game/
curb stomp his ass make him feel the pain/
told logan about what i was gone do/
he said "mayne chill, that'll only bring more heat to you/
"as long as you aint locked up you aint got problems, fuck them punk niggas dont hang around em"/
i took loges advice and let that shit go, the next week i let the grind go/
i love money but, i love freedom mo/
i'm too buck to get locked up so fuck that shit/
so let that be a lesson to u children never get involved with that drug shit/
cuz them niggas u think is friends, they will snitch/
cuz inside most of them niggas is a hidden bitch/

aight i aint gotta hook or nothin, and i wrote this in about 15 min, true story, tell me what yall think