i live a life similar 2 supreme, at 17, holdin gunz with the beams(lettin em rang out)
2 years ago see i was stiffin bids, in a cell is where i lived/
gettin mail from the crib/
hearing bout my niggas death, hit me in my chest/
call it a reality check cuz i knew i could be next/
staring at the walls that surround me/
they called me a failure my elementary teachers used to down me/
bitches used to clown me now they crowd around me/
like wats really good and wats goin down b/
i tell em bitches not a damn thing/
and why i do wat i do i guess its a mans thing/
even if you blow the hood a catch up w/ you/
if theres beef you wit ya mom she get clapped up wit you/
thats ya mans he smoke and bag up wit u/
you be shocked when he let half of the mag off in you/