[Verse 1]
Lord please forgive for the [bad word] I have done or said,
These [bad word] do not know the real me, I'm so fly like jet,
I dress it up like Kripple [bad word] or a pimp,
I have been shot with gold [bad word] bullet and I use a limp,
The jazzy [bad word]  rap-a-don, the king of rhy-
Min to the rhythm, Boogie Down, Southern state of mind,
I'm not a wannabe, went from the rags to [bad word] riches,
My razor blades are always with me, band of G's and stitches,
When I feel like I need some paper you should wakedafucup
Before I start a mass occur behinda church and [bad word] 'em 
Up with the best thing ever that's created in the Cali
The land of fornication, full of snow, weed and molly,
Believe me, busta, when it rains it [bad word]  pours,
You gotta shoot me in my lips before your ey-es close
Cause if you don't your homies call you [bad word] [bad word] [bad word] [bad word] 
Well, if you wanna be a hooker do not [bad word] push me!

[Verse 2]
It's the 4-21, the day after, I am trippin', [bad word] as [bad word] and high as Wiz, he gon' catch me when I'm slippin,
Party like a rock star, all we do is [bad word] win,
Feeling like a thugsta, mixing Yager witta Gin, [bad word] love me cause I'm chasing paper every second,
They gon' get the [bad word] they want, but the hand is [bad word] second,
I don't need a triple bullet, that's the name of my own liquor,
Every bottle is a grand, if you suck my [bad word] you lick it,
I woke up in my Bugatti, triple-milli, that's my dest-ny,
See my homies in the 'Raris, waving hands, they testin' em,
That's the night of rhyme-a-killa, #1-nna [bad word] and see me little later, I will show you fashion killa,
When you are young you party all the nights and never think
About the time of dying, it will be a final thing
You ever see then pass away and never be forgotten 
Because you hustled 24 to 7, you ain't rotten!

[Verse 3]
I got my mind on my money, money on my mind,
Finger on the trigger, [bad word] is hard to find,
Kill a [bad word] is a perfect way to solve the problem,
But think about it twice before you pop another trouble,
I had a dream of having money, being independent,
But then my father died, 5 years ago, I still regret it,
This is my life story, I will back up all my hittas,
And [bad word] them other hittas cuz I'm down for my hittas,
I never walk alone because I know somebody wants me
To eat my [bad word]  spit with my blood, rap with my lips, he holds me
With ups and downs, this is the destiny of all the rappers,
And I have never been so rough and sober, crazy, freaky, happy,
Your death is going to be easy cause your life is hard,
You always been [bad word] dog, I always hustle hard,
So if I die tonight, homie, bring me in my hood,
Give me some jewelry, make sure I'm looking good