fleegod

you don't know just what your soul does

when there's no love and you sold drugs

on the first of the month like bone thugs

and the damn funds just won't budge

and you live right where the crime was and the nines bust

you tryna shine 'cause the grinds on your mind

sold nickel and dime without doing time. don't mind us!

still get computer's 'putin

nuisance

don't care 'bout your two cents

you vexed

you'll never get the blueprint

switch siders

hopping a new fence

relax before i relapse

these facts

squeeze that three caps where you eat at

what you call feedback

bro

i don't need that

believe that

go home with your kneecaps

blowing on cheech & chong

them sweet ass chron'

to each his own

make media leaches leave alone

fuck sticks and stones

get beat to bones

you reach for phones

i reach for chrome

then lie when gunshots reach your dome

think these is poems? you've seen all the money and cars

you'd think that meech was home

monogamy

nah

possibly do pornography

listen to my philosophy

cam's autobiography

outside on lennox ave with the coke and the crack

and the pen and the pad with the mac in the back of the 'lac

while i'm racking on racks

you looking at endless swag

from cassius clay to bouncin' yay

in the fastest way

put the gas away

'cause all you gon' hear is

what's his name died."