text: You wanted to fuckin walk around these roaches. These niggas is roaches. These niggas is mere motherfuckin mortals. Im tryna push you to supreme bein. You dont wanna motherfuckin... You dont wanna embrace your destiny, you wanna get by
  You dont wanna go into the motherfuckin dark where its lonely. You cant handle the motherfuckin, the pain of the motherfuckin not knowin when the shit is gonna stop
  Mommas tryna save me but she dont know Im tryna save her
  Man, them niggas tried to play me, man, til I got this paper
  Youre nobody til somebody kills you
  Blast for me – the last words from my nigga
  On the pavement, born killers, body shivers
  Drug money, dollar figures
  Hustlers movin out of rentals, art of war is mental
  Havin sushi down in Nobu
  Strapped like an Afghan soldier, nowhere to go to
  So its bang, no survivors
  Only riders on my rider, murder rate rises
  Stalkin niggas on their IGs, never; I be
  Still solo, Under Armour still Polo
  No wire, on fire
  My desire for fine things made me a liar, a shooter
  Gettin high feelin like its vodou
  Nine lives, SK with the cooler
  Makaveli in the Rari, still B-I double G, I, E
  I pray you smoke with me
  Go to bed with a kilo like Casino
  Janet Reno, we all we got the creed of Nino
  Pretty cars in the driveway
  If you cut it then you sideways, double up, crime pays
  Mommas tryna save me but she dont know Im tryna save her
  Man, them niggas tried to play me, man, til I got this paper
  Youre nobody til somebody kills you
  You fuckin wanna walk around with these niggas? What the fuck is their culture? Where the fuck is their souls at? What defines you? These niggas with these fuckin silly looks on their faces. You wanna walk around with them or you wanna walk with God, nigga? Make up your goddamn mind
  Im from where the streets test you
  Niggas mix business and pleasure where the cocaine measure
  The narcotics is our product
  The by-product, you walk up on me, I cock it
  New Mercedes as it peels off
  Nothin penetrates the steel doors, gang signs, see em all
  I said my prayer as Im countin sheep
  Never really athletic, but I play for keeps, do you feel me?
  The mortician, the morgue fillin with more snitches
  We kill em and takin their bitches, R.I.P
  Chinchillas on a winter night
  Black bottles when Im feelin like, you wanna know what winners like
  And Im never on that tour bus
  Just a decoy for niggas, the PJs for two of us
  Ciroc boys down to die for Diddy
  My niggas ride for less, keep it real, homie, made me filthy
  Touch mine, until its even: kill
  Like Im knowin every heathen will, closed the deal with Steven Hill
  We Magic City of the networks
  Cut a nigga cast off, how my nigga net worths
  Mommas tryna save me but she dont know Im tryna save her
  Man, them niggas tried to play me, man, til I got this paper
  Youre nobody til somebody kills you
  Fuck, yall wanna talk about fuckin jewelries and Bentleys and Hublots and fuckin art that niggas aint got on their fuckin walls and fuckin mansions niggas aint got. Niggas cant even pay the IRS, let alone their fuckin staff, nigga. You gotta tell the truth, man. The truthll set you free, son, the truth will set you free