1 mo

snitches die fast

suckas die faster

i would've been a number if i didn't become a rapper

bagging up crack

i'm addicted to the plastic

addicted to the smell

i'm addicted to the ashes

smoking on the weed it got the effects that the crack get

set niggas up

one dot i got pain

how i live with the pains of the game

turned myself in

cause i'm g'd up solid

never flyed first class

i'd rather fly first with crack

i'm a smoke a plate

send a plate

then relax

niggas got opinions

but don't state facts

when you got facts i come correct with you

hit you straight with the pistol

i'll make the shit harder to get to

i'm making niggas shit fucking hard

when the win do

on the pistol line

have my niggas come get you

the way i cook crack

i feel so magical

baby

give me one more chance

give me one more chace

i ain't finna die a gangsta

hoodie in the summertime

niggas want x-pills i want that hard rock

i want that guitar

i want that space

put me in the booth i whip crack everyday

keep it 100 i whip crack like the slaves

build a couple schools off the money that i made

niggas hate taxes

but i pay taxes

nigga getting pimped

by the credit and the plastic

niggas kill niggas for the money

cause they average

that's so petty

that's so weak

yeah

i'm finna sell the sack

and go off to jail with them suckas and them rats

stick with the system

they ain't want to pay for that

they want you in jail

they want you all that

you feel me?

this is 05 fuck em

realize the pain you in

hop out it

baby give me one more chance