Check it, I grew up a [bad word] #39; [bad word] up
Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and [bad word] #39; blew up
Choppin' rocks overnight. The [bad word] Biggie Smalls trying to turn into the black Frank White
We had to grow dreads to change our description
Two cops is on the milk box missin'
Show they toes, you know they got stepped on
fistful of bullets, a chest full of Teflon [bad word] #39; from the police, picture that
 [bad word]  I'm too fat, I [bad word] around and catch a asthma attack
That's why I bust back, it don't phase me
When he drop, take his Glock, and I'm Swayze
Celebrate my escape, sold the Glock, bought some weight
Lay back, I got some money to make, [bad word] 

(It's on me), but still I'm having memories
Of high speed when the cops crashed
As I laugh, pushing the gas while my Glocks blast
We was young and we was dumb, but we had heart
In the dark, will we survive through the bad parts?
Many dreams is what I had, and plenty wishes
No hesitation in extermination of these snitches
Envious [bad word]  they still continue to pursue me
couple of movies, now the whole world's tryna to [bad word] me
Even the cops tried to sue me, so what can I do?
But stay [bad word]  sippin' 22's of brew
And now media is trying to test me
Got the press asking questions, trying to stress me
Misery is all I see, that's my mind state
My history with the police will shake the crime rate
My main man had two strikes, slipped, got arrested and flipped
He screamed "Thug Life!" and emptied the clip