Momma Said know ya foes,
hold ya own an stay focuss son,
i spit every last breath
wit a tear or so,
hear no moe ears gon old,
i think that my years gon cold,
i fear my soul lord please help me,
all a nigga wanna do
is live right not wealthy.
shots knelt me..on my right hand,
why it gotta come ta this,
slumbs n strips where i hung
young n big -cant leave
cuz nigga i love tha bricks,
im amuned ta hurt,
im soon ta urk load up
shoot thru ya shirt,
uncle said loose the dirt,
but t then i gotta loose my worth,
i choose to burn light my fuse N fry,
used ta cry now i shed blood
cuz i refuse ta die,
i can see thru tha pupil eye,
salute tha gods cuz theese days
i gotta mute tha odds!