I’ma street lifer, always harassed by the C-Ciphers
Chief-like, Geronimo with his peace pipe
I emerged from the street life
This for the homies who relate, know what it be like
My QB life
Taken and turned to the Louie XIII light
Twisted and mangled sorta like Bruce Lee life
Cursed with his son Brandon, if that’s you and me Knight
I pray our fate’s greater
I speak like I still matter as a rapper, not doubting…
Even Toni Braxton signed a deal with Craig Kallman
How in, the hell am I supposed to stay comfy?
When I pay child support, alimony, monthly?
Got Maserati’s & Ferrari’s
Only like a woman whose a rider, but only hoes want me
Single life crazy
Niggas wives on me
I say ’stay faithful,’ they say ‘their man corny’
So I’m stuck with some married woman, so fine
Cheating while their husband rushing on the 40 yard line
Wonder if, this is what my ex did the whole time
Good niggas seem to always end up with some hard times, hope not
If a pimp slippin’ in a hoe plot, ain’t nothing to it G
In a two-tone drop, kid
And it don’t stop, see a nigga disappearing with the baddest honey’s in the whole spot
Yeah!”