trynna get by. it don't stop
always runnin' from the cops
in the day they sell rocks
it's ugly trynna make it off the block
i'm tryn not to go to prison
winchester rifle ammunition
these double deuce thirds will go through your ligaments
we created a sequel despite our skin and our pigment
one day i hope to become legitimate
that's the thought process of a young hustler about his money
far from a dumby smart enough to run with big company
if i was put in position the end results would be lucrative
no more life on the rough
unregistered gun and marijuana smoke in my lungs
got a vest and some olive oil that the pastor blessed
then i take out the bottle
put it on my head and chest
it's gruesome out here in this spooky ugly and murky
they dusty scummy and certainly thirsty
always runnin' from the cops
in the day they sell rocks
it's ugly trynna make it off the block
you ain't no better than me
my sins ain't no worse than yours
only father thy god can judge me
i heard somebody say i'm sick of they urban gear
the dreads and the saggy pants
you said why ya'll show your drawers and wear em down to here"?