text: Check it
  I grew up a fucking screwup
  Got introduced to the game
  Got a ounce and fucking blew up
  Chopping rocks overnight
  The nigga Biggie Smalls trying
  Ta turn into the black Frank White
  We had to grow dreads
  To change our description
  Two cops on the milk box missing
  Show they toes
  You know they got stepped on
  A fist full of bullets
  A chest full of Teflon
  Run from the police, picture that
  Nigga Im too fat
  I fuck around and
  Catch a asthma attack
  Thats why I bust back
  It dont phase me
  When he drop, take his Glock
  And Im Swayze
  Celebrate my escape
  Sold the Glock, bought some weight
  Laid back, I got some money to make
  Motherfucker
  From the five-oh
  Ducking and dodging in my survival
  The Benzo and I let off with my nine
  Im moving swifter
  Than the next nigga
  No time for sex
  Cause in my mind
  All I wonder is whos next
  Nigga, my homey slipped
  And now he pays the price
  He did a drive-by, sixteen
  Now hes doin triple life
  Tell me is it me or my upbringing
  I split that dove shit
  Nigga motherfuck singing
  I hope you got your
  Timberlands on tight
  Cause I aint givin up
  Id rather duck these
  Motherfuckers all night
  Im running through
  The projects, beyotch
  Theyll never catch me
  Cause Im locd and trigger happy
  On the sneotch
  Dont say you never heard of me
  Till they murder me, Im a legend
  Do Thug Niggas go to heaven
  Im rolling with the thorough heads
  We getting ghost on them hoes and yo
  I got no love for the five-oh
  Im running from the police
  Stop the gunfight
  I can feel it
  Somebodys trying to
  Start up a fight, start up a fight
  Come on and keep game, uh oh
  But you cannot cease the blame
  And if you ask me, its a damn shame
  We be taking lives that we cant replace
  You got swishes in your system
  Juice up in you
  Now youre ready to get loose
  Over what he said
  Over what she said
  Now somebody gotta end up dead