text: I know how it feel to wake up fucked up
  Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell
  People look at you like yous the user
  Sellin drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
  But they dont know about your stress-filled day
  Baby on the way, mad bills to pay
  Thats why you drink Tanqueray, so you can reminisce
  And wish you wasnt livin so devilish, shit
  I remember I was just like you
  Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62s
  Cause G-E-D wasnt B-I-G
  I got P-A-I-D, thats why my moms hate me
  She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
  Then I figured out nicks went for 20s down South
  Packed up my tools for my raw power move
  Glock 19 for casket and flower moves
  For chumps tryin to stop my flow
  And what they dont know will show on the autopsy
  Went to see Papi to cop me a brick
  Asked for some consignment, he wasnt tryin to hear it
  Smokin mad Newports cause Im due in court
  For an assault that I caught in Bridgeport, New York
  Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man
  You better have your gat in hand, cause man
  Sometimes its hard to wake up in the morning
  Mind full of demons, I dont wanna hear em anymore
  Got me heartbroken, fine, so many babies screaming
  ‘Cause they seeing destruction before they see a human being
  So they start smokin weed, well never get our day
  Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shape
  ‘Cause they all broken, why do ghetto birds die
  Before we learn to fly? Somebody else should try
  Cockin guns, smokin, we can all make a change
  So Im told, but I havent seen a change unfold
  Ill keep hoping, please, if you prefer to breathe
  Communities in need of people that will lead
  Keep your eyes open, I can only say Ill try
  Until the day I die, I promise to be wise
  With my heart open, greed brings only misery
  Away the tragedy, so I stay sucker free
  Only a few chosen rise, my ghetto queens rise
  Dont be afraid to try, too many of us die
  For the door to open wide, my brothers speak wise
  Stay focused on the prize, though everybody dies
  I had the master plan, Im in the caravan on my way to Maryland
  With my man Two-TECs to take over this projects
  They call him Two-TECs, he tote two TECs
  And when he start to bust, he like to ask, Whos next?
  I got my honey on the Amtrak with the crack
  In the crack of her ass, two pounds of hash in the stash
  I wait for hon to make some quick cash
  I told her she could be lieutenant, bitch got gassed
  At last, Im literally loungin, black
  Sittin back, countin double digit thousand stacks
  Had to re-up, see whats up with my peeps
  Toyota deal-athon had it cheap on the Jeeps
  See who got smoked, what rumors was spread
  Last I heard I was dead, with six to the head
  Then I got the phone call, it couldnt hit me harder
  We got infiltrated, like Nino at the Carter
  Heard TEC got murdered in a town I never heard of
  By some bitch named Alberta over nickel-plated burners
  And my bitch swear to God she wont snitch
  I told her when she hit the bricks Ill make the hooker rich
  Conspiracy, shell be home in three
  Until then I looks out for the whole family
  A true G, thats me, blowin like a bubble
  In the everyday struggle