ma fuckin' life is draining ma soul, my mentality is collapsing/
bitches say one thing , den flip tha script, like their emotions are relapsing/
niggas burn you, then burn dem slower like hydro from B.C/
i'm talking shells, slugs, bullets and burners, and no, not cd/
knock over stores, pimp smack whores, choke a nigga til' he sound like loon/
get rid of evidence, and deny everything like O.J in the courtroom/
became hustlah one day, next day, new tims, ya copped it/
and now you writing cheques and holdin teks, confiscating wallets/
weight lifted from your shoulders, and your paper stack getting higher/
knockin' niggas with your mic off walls, like voices from the amplifier/
livin life wit' a change of pace, making no mistakes, not leavin it complicated/
can't lean on ma opponents, took the mic from dem and left their soul dis-located/
i write like a philosopher, till the pen run out and ma words all faded/
makin mininum wage, fuck this job, too stressed and frustrated/
man, to understand concept, read between the lines to understand.....shit/
otherwise ma words seem like a maze, and it be like you're reading hyrogliph....ics(mis spelled)/
i don't have beef wit struggle, or people who live life modest/
bitches i ain't hating if you fucking men fo a chance wit sum dollars/
or fellas if you selling drugs to make dough, at least you're yo' own boss/
make paper, and fuck haters, even if it lead you to the cross/
so niggas if you're eyes lusting, and your cranium crushing, i got no beef/
cause' niggas ya'll doin what ya'll gotta do, and being what ya'll gotta be/