they say the criminal mind is forbidden,but they dont get the adrenaline feeling
when a lyricist villins thinking,the thoughts is illen,meltin the pad when the ink in the pen
is spilling,i choose to write,flow is sick,so i gotta spit on penicillin,9-24-87,was when
my life of sin was giving,threw my words,is where my scripture is written
far from superstitious,mind full of glitches,of being high with the richest
fukin bitches,stand outside the booth,and watch me rip it,so vicious,head spinning
of the E & J im sipping,blunt in my mouth,dog im tripping,if i see 5.0 im dipping
sittin in my dirty ass room staring at red candles,with my hand on my
teck 9. handle,ready to go out like rambo,i aint tryna Ace out if life is a gamble
feel me?
now a days is all bout street cred,me? im out side with the stash in my steep tech
tryna get my weeks check,fuckn with the hustle can get ur white tee wet
im tryna stay humble,but ill have a nigga staring at the white light at the end
of tunnel,im about my money dog,im flippin the bundles,if i dont get knocked out
then ima stumble,and best belive we gonna rumble,i got goons the size of mutombo
im a fuckin assasin,guns blastin,put the cameras on im ready for action,leave your life flashing
my moneys cashing,fucking hoes with a passion,no questions asking,just blunt passin,
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