when ever the beef is on pussy niccas run for cover
not knowin bullets slide through metal like butter
cuz in my hood if i dun know you we gotta problem papi
and i dunno know about you but i like to solve em papi
either its you leaving or a meeting with the shotti
it really dun even matter cuz the feds aint gonna stop me
i grew up around drug dealers and coke fiends
that put guns in my hand the day i turned 13
moms was scared for me tryed to send me off to the suburbs
then i started fuckin white bitches and sellin my rubbers
till this one regret bitch told me she was gonna be a mother
then she got her brothers wantin till kill none other
so i handled my business sad to say had to abort it
and to tell the truth we wasnt ready i couldnt afford it
but till this day i hope my unborn child knows i adore it
and it hurts so bad i got no place to store it
thats why i sleep with random girls and fuck with random niccas
i dun pull it out unless im cockin back and let go with the trigga
cuz this world is real crazy sometimes i think it hates me
cuz my life has been fucked up so much i think god tries to rape me
and then they wanna point the finger at a nicca that feels like hes lost in the world
i didnt have a set future i was tossed in this world
expected to be nuttin but a statistic cuz they made my mind conflicted
encrypted in my life is a number or razors to slit my wrist with