head feels like its gonna explode,man my brain knows the process of erode,
i dont see the point in telling the truth in code.
i only tell the facts,blood pressure at its max,y the fuck do we have to pay so much tax.
so many rhymes,no nickles or dimes.
i go by the pound,love the hip hop sound,
for time iv bin around,but still i remain bankrupt bound.
i lost my honey,gotta get that money,my shit is solid not runn'y.
im eating so good,all paid for by tricks roaming the streets with a hood.
it pays well,dont give a fuck if i end up in hell,
i even take every penny from a wishing well,2 months till i have baby little girl.
i havent chose a name yet,im more interested in making my next bookie bet,
besides if she comes out anything like her mum,it would be more like having a pet,no doc appointments striaght to the vets.


all jokes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1