Hood nigga, i'm known for living in slums//
Now i'm on the street grindin', seein' the bums//
Flippin' pigeons with guns//
American dream, the fathers getting richer with sons//
School teachers, steady getting us dumb//
God's child, in my dreams I sit with the sun//
I'm on the mic dying, i'm spittin out my lungs//
Seeing the throne//
My old homies wanna see me alone//
While my baby's momma want me to send her a loan//
Worked my way to the top, beginning with chrome//
I've been sinnin' to long//
And all these women in thongs wanna get rich with my songs//
Nappy headed niggas, somebody give me a comb//
I got bad credit, somebody give ME a loan//
Locked up, or shot up, somebody give me a home//
Stay with beams//
Just in case I have to face your team//
And make ya face just steam//
On the block, just tryin' ta make that cream//
And niggas wonder why our face be mean//
Just enough money for Jordans, don't even lace the strings//
Use that lead//
Bitch niggas scared to dress in blue or red//
Killin' niggas, puttin' fools to bed//
Chris a.k.a. Diablo, R.I.P., laced with two to the head//
I'm from P.V.C. nigga, where only a few get fed//
So we stay hungry//
Tryin' ta make some money off those fake dummies//
And plus that shit, heat stay on me//
So I stay grindin', TRICK GET OFF ME//