aimlessly i wonder,this world is tough and it'll try to pull you under. if these walls could talk the stories they'd sell.im almost certain im going to heaven cause i already feel like ive been through hell.so many think they know,but only few can truly tell.tired of all these monkeys on my back,sometimes i be so stressed i just want to snort a pack!popping pills, smoking blunts,just trying to numb the pain;smile but deep inside im bout to go insae-feel my pain.for me this shit is heavy?through a drought see me pull up in money green 79' chevy.old school from the start,raised up on this southern styled pimpin'.out here coming real where you other ho's simpin'.trafficking,robbing i aint to good to pull off a heist.yall must think lickadale is nice.the whole time you talking im trying to peep out your net price.balla status'its your throat your gonna be praying i dont slice.grew up in the hood,full of roaches,rats and mice,just a little insight on why im out here watching my back for the vice.this time im coming for real,my shit is percise.aint my fault that you done crapped on them dice!taking it back to the hood straight red beans and rice.damb right i dont think you could survive in my hood.bodies sinking in the ocean aint shit about the 31 good.what im saying i hope is understoodnever catch me rolling some pure in nothing but a backwood.got to stay high just to keep a steady state of mind.fucking with me at this moment is not the right place or time,aint no stranger to commiting a crime.real about my hustle never catch me dropping a dime.if you down right now just remember you got to continue to climb.sitting at the bar done ordered me a shot of tequila and lime.peeping the scene out for them slims and those full of haters slime.knowing i dont got you captivated by this tru' ass rhyme...
