I play hard for nine innings, dressed in fine linen
Cause [bad word] is the best next thing besides winnin
All the positions I've been in couldn't explain how I'm living
My vision my intuition has risen, Here take a listen I'm hitting
Up to bat with precision, Sealing bags in the kitchen
Slinging crack to these pigeons, For the fact that I'm driven
My linebackers is missing, Send you packing good riddance
Trapped in this mission where snakes and rats is forbidden
Keep my gun hidden, niggaz is [bad word] signing petitions
And they providing convictions
See I survive through the system under the livest conditions
My riders ride on a mission 
For snitching, You get your back blown right out [bad word] 
You'll be missing like them crazy Christians and swimming with all the fishes
Your misses [bad word] and visit your body with hugs and kisses
Now tell me is that nutritious? We party with chips and liquors 
Your wizzes [bad word] with us 
for real, could they pump in prisons?
The difference is this is business big biscuits big figures
We click on religious niggaz for acting too superstitious
Move cause the coupe is viscous
Shoot if you want your wishes, to blow
See trife in the Bentley with a group of [bad word]