My moves are surveillanced and watched//
Tapin’ my plots, makin’ sure I'm obeying the cops//
State of my mind got me paid up for crime//
Never going outta state, and sayin’ goodbyes//
Out of fates, I'll say mine is the best//
I'm a soldier with a nine and a vest, die for respect//
Livin’ for honor, my rhymes will affect, rhythms of drama//
Blues for dudes who 32 and live with they mama//
Givin’ they mama a hard time, through hard crimes//
Snatching rolex's like… this is our time//
All kinds of narcotics designed for the market//
Crushed white at a price only the rich can afford it//
I looked twice at the morgue and said, “I'll never be there”//
In this world full of pussies, I'll forever be feared//
Try my heart, the nine'll spark, you'll never breathe air//
Or eat food, that’s the type of shit my heat do//
Entire clips released, you will retire quick//
I admit, I ain’t the only gun with fire spit//
Lie in pits similar to Daniel's lion den//
I let the gun *bucka* in any scuffle I am in//
Keep an ill grip on gat rubbers with steel clips//
E reppin’ D.C. / P.V.C., my revolution is real shit//