and i'm live from the streets
'73 caprice with the alligator seats
alpine beats beat the block up all night
bulletproof outside for you monks that starve
i got something for death wishers wishing that i
man i'm pushing city limits
spend straight to the top
now it's time to hit the block and bring my niggas out to shop
keeps a nigger one static
we lie about milk city g's
came from the basements and the attics
beat the average line state of a young black male
the trap's so small but we trap so well
spend it all at once and make it back so well
the circle of this how they say heaven's beyond these gates
i swear i see heaven every time i enter the place
it's the faith i have in change
but it always stays the same as i ride around in vane
blocking out these trobe lights
i've been sippin' all night
on my 7 jay paper's all white
i'm so distant from the star type
the ones them self of music
insanity is drilling me so the drugs i use it
to flow away from this bullshit
tryna escape the bull pit
but ten friends fake women the whole niners groolish
slight glance from chevy chairs
heavy is making hard to breathe
the money's so fast so it makes your heart believe
temptation in the entertainment
all for the love of being famous
the cool ones end up being the lamest
so rappers i spoke to became the strangers
were sitting at the top now they falling to the bottom
watching my every move cause i'm the next king
peeked the whole scene through the lends of malcolm little
what'd i get myself into?
what'd i get myself into?