Time up done with the bullshit let's get into the music/
Niggas cherish foolish shit making millions off of touring/
Got a plan but my heads mess up tighten my screws/
Siting in a bar watching the old men sing the blues/
Forget abou't the jewels i rather buy a tech/
While you looking for the time i blow a whole through your chest/
checkmate i never lose my place brother keep faith/
Until the very end i would be at the front of the race/
Like my nigga said some of these phony's they should be dead/
Kill in the sleep or broad daylight one in the head/
Make my bed how they tought me in the army/
Not many blessing instead stressings my hand on my smith and wesson/
Got many fools guessing the thought of a mastermind/
I wrote this piece of a paper to cross out the niggas dimise/