[Verse - 1]
I got my Hennessy find ya foes 
In a room full of niggas tryin' to hide ya hoes 
I'm getting high off buddha 
Cause the times be slow 
I keep my mind on dough 
You never find me broke 
And who meee a [bad word] livin' life like a 
In that artillery keepin' niggas off of me 
I can't sleep living in these wicked times 
Peep, niggas after me 'cause they see I'm stacking G's and heat 
You can holler if you want to pleeease 
I [bad word]  with no punk crew beeee 
Enemies and my range is on 
You're in the danger zone 
My [bad word]  game is strong, Hotline 
You suckas better find ya mind I got mine 
From hustling and busting them rhymes 
To my niggas up in Quentin 
Down on Riker's Isle stay rile 
But a [bad word] gotta use his styles
 [bad word]  
These,
Niggas don't know my style 
Quick to smile juvenile 
Was a problem child 
Try to put me in the courts 
But my force was wild  [bad word] [bad word] niggas don't know my style 
(Repeat 2X)

[Verse - 2]
I could be wrong but I never got along with cops 
It's like they stuck 
From making niggas duck from Glocks all the time 
My mind's full of thoughts of ends 
I'm still rolling my bucket but I bought me a Benz (tadow) 
My fake friends say they love me but I know they lie 
Cause in the dark see they hearts' full of homicide 
My mama cried when they took me off to jail 
Only me inside the cell 
Straight locked up in this [bad word] 
I hear some sucka screaming like the demon's inside 
Will 'em away in the morning 
Only the strong survive 
I cry but in my own way 
Swallow my pride pick a reason to hide 
From all the niggas that die (Rest in Peace) 
Cemetary full of brothers I buried 
It's going down even now I wonder 
Will I still be around my hometown is the gutter 
I was born a wild came up out this dust 
With my heartless style 
 [bad word]  
These,
Niggas don't know my style 
Quick to smile juvenile 
Was a problem child 
Try to put me in the courts 
But my force was wild  [bad word] [bad word] niggas don't know my style 
(Repeat 2X)

[Verse - 3]
I remember Uptown huh got to get to listenin' 
To Mr. Magic cuttin' up the hits 
And even though I had habit makin' words rhyme 
I was caught up in the madness 
Juvenile [bad word] on 
I tell the whole story nothin' but [bad word] 
Halloween throwin' eggs from the project roofs 
And Pete and Lee young G's 
With a gift of gab and tryin' to hook up with the hookers 
Who was quick to stab remember mama's cooking 
No school straight hookin' 
And tryin' to get with light skinned 
Cause she good looking 
And jumpin' over turnstiles 'cause we ain't paying 
Call the cuties cuss words but we only playing (biotch) 
I'm prayin' I can get a buck no luck 
I had to move around a lot 
Cause my moms was stuck 
I had family but I was way too wild 
Had to move to the West to regain my style