m.c.

master of ceremonies

most of the niggas don't even know what that means

that means i'm an mc nigga

for crying sake

live asleep

die awake

and i ain't tryna get fat i'll divide the cake

dr. jekyll and mr. hyde

hide the eighths

and i'm tryna stay positive

but i wile out

and who am i to lie to fate?

but i ain't tryna ride the gates

getting wise

while i'm institutionalised

seen my man on the dancefloor boofin' them knives

selling dope in the pen to send loot to their wives

you don't know the meaning of grinding

street life

meet life with bad timing

we all was involved in criming

i went from dead broke

to going out wining and dining

european cars

jewellery shining

clothes from the latest designers

ready to bleed and take heat

back then we was minors

now i see life through a clear lens

die for my dear friends

you can see the benz from the rear end

come through doing a buck suttin'

fuck front and back niggas down

when i pull up and touch suttin'

end of a ten year run now

i don't wanna talk everybody get gunned down

only count hundreds

i don't fuck with the ones now

that's a lie

count every dime

and shoot it out when the sun down

nigga. yeah

time is money

ghost is coming

i'm like the quiet before the storm nigga

i ain't gon' say much

poobs we out