My whole live I wanted bread, but instead
I got the streets then the sweep took me to the Feds
Povertized-Dramatized-this I dispised
so I whipped them pies, then watched them years go by
didn't cry, dawgz, cause crying aint my style
I just did my bit, the first 20 months on the Isle{Rikers}
Next 5 and change-Clinton, Attica and Sing Sing
yard to yard I kept my bling-blinging
kept a screw driver filed, transgress and get wild
puttin dudes in the hospital, I'm that foul
from them Brooklyn blocks, New Lots to Comstock
to Sacramento, I'm mental with the 40 glock
plus I box-And yo-I'm sly like a fox
smoked bud in school, and got pussy like a jock
rode rims before slap and tints, but the cops
knew then I rode hot-so now I ride stock
stay ridin dirty but i aint chamillionaire
Tryna be on that Jigga shit and be a Billionaire
but still I'm here, where most the homies dissappear
by gunshots, bail jumpin or locked up somewhere
what to do but look back-so in front could be brighter
substitute weed for candy, liquor for apple cider
go back to class, fill the rest of the mind with gas
surpass the iniquities to outlast my pass
Nah see it's hard bein gunna as long as me
and be-able to see-light at the end of the T
U double N-E L in the dark
and it'll be all bad if you aint got no heart
Homie General move like the light itself
700 Million miles an hour back and forth to the shelf
to re-up, movin to fast for anyone to keep up
You know my operandi-creep with heat, and seek buck
and listen, I aint trippin bout none of yall readers
criticizin my work, cause yall now they heaters
As I cover more ground then a walkin cats sneakers
eureka! Homie where'd I get them Peepers
from all my post, I know, don't leave a reply
I mean why? It just let's me know I'm that fly
I got some bootleggers, but had those for years
so now you could pound sand for all the fuck I care...
Free Style
No Thought
Experience....
General
